I Love ‘Em Really

We have two cats.

Despite us having a permanently-open window, plus a cat-flap, the boy comes into the lounge, where I am often working, and paws at the door for me to let him out. I invariably think, “he might be desparate for the toilet”, drop whatever I happen to be doing (which might often be working or writing) and let him out.

The girl likes to get in on the action. Rather than using the catflap, she will come into the porch, then sit and miaow for somebody to open the front door for her.

This morning, he wanted out. As soon as I opened the door for him, the wind blew the other door, to the kitchen, shut. Two seconds later, the other cat is howling at me, because she wants to get into the kitchen for some food.

Needless to say, I have no sympathy from my wife, who just says “well, if you’re stupid enough to get up in the first place…” It really is a dog’s cat’s life!

Anyway, totally unrelated:

The cat keeps me up on my toes,
I swear on my life that he knows
I’m just having a rest
He decides he will test
Please just leave me alone to compose.

I then open the door, let him out,
And the other door slams with a clout!
Then the other joins in,
Wants food from the kitchen,
How I love this impromptu workout

That’s a stock image by the way. Ours would never be so close.

Author: Mister Bump UK

Designed/developed large IT systems, interrupted by a stroke in 2016, aged 48. Now mix development of health-related software with voluntary work and writing. Married, with an estranged daughter.

7 thoughts on “I Love ‘Em Really”

    1. When I am typing, the girl comes and nestles into my elbow while I am trying to type. Such that I can’t even see the keyboard!
      Then, she looks up at me as if to say “why aren’t you fussing me?”


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