The cat!THE cat!!! Percy,not so much my beloved pet as my nemesis. The catcher and fetcher of rattus rattus who then lived under the floorboards upstairs for quite some time. Entertaining us with his scamperings and nibblings, first one side of the window reveals, then the other. Ratty would nip out from behind the toilet or the wash basin and help himself to a belly full of LIDLs best tinned cat food before disappearing to his lonely vigil in the dark. Entertained by the comings and goings of assorted feet and paws. Alas, ratty rat thing succumbed. At some point his diet of cat food and plasterboard with the odd bit of electric cable insulation thrown in for good measure overcame his delicate insides and away he passed, dead, deceased, gone, passed over, through, no more, fallen asleep, transitioned, walked over rainbow bridge, defunct. I relaxed, safe in the knowledge that no scamperings meant the end of the furry tormentor, but no! We were treated to a pervading smell of decay. Smell does not do the olefactory experience justice, STENCH, stench is the word! The weekend Mr Lungs throws up in his bed, the toilet, the waste bin and finally the sick jug, the weekend Ive painted a chest with gloss paint. My nose was protesting the onslaught of this aromatic insult only to discover ten days later FLIES. FLIES in the kitchen, FLIES in the bathroom. FLIES in so great a number they had to be vacuumed off the windows. FLIES hurtling round the dust canister like some black mini hurricane and all the times that damn cat sneers at me!!! Days of FLIES (for heavens sake how many maggots can emerge from one dead rodent? Answers on a postcard please...no...forget it) Nights of FLIES, the vacuum a permanent resident in kitchen and bathroom. Flies swatted, sprayed, rubber glove twanged, caught in tissues and drowned and all the time Percy ignores my rantings and if looks could kill faces. He waits a few days after the fly debacle. Catches me unawares. I am sitting in the smallest room, he barges through the door. His dish is empty. Up he stands, a paw on each of my shoulders. My heart melts, he IS a gorgeous cat, I rub both his ears, he appears to smile, THEN REACHES OUT HIS RIGHT PAW AND SWIPES ME ACROSS THE FACE!!!!!! Gloves are on Percy, MY hackles are raised. . . . . .this is war!!!
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 19:27:00 +0000
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