My Housemates Have Claws
When I came home from work one day and saw a cardboard box on my verandah I thought it was a special delivery. I went closer and suddenly heard a noise coming from inside - it was a box full of kittens! I kept two and named them Fluffy Bunny and Iron Chef (the latter is named after a Japanese cooking show because I found him sitting in my Japanese bowl with extra adorableness).
They are perfect companions. Although I love sharing my house with people, they tend to try and talk to you in the early morning and that can ruin my whole day, whereas a cat in the morning is only interested in the same thing as you - food quickly followed by more sleep. What better harmony than to find a companion who won't raise an eyebrow if you eat chocolate-chip cookies for breakfast or fall sleep after putting on jogging gear?
I love the way my cats will clean themselves before a meal. Its as if every meal is a special occasion that they have to dress up for - even if dinner is fish heads fixed in gelatinous mush served cold and sloppy - they think its worth getting dressed up for.
Tonight I had run out of kibble so I let them share in my premium mince - Bunny, the food fanatic of the two was so delighted he was purring as he ate. He is sitting on my coffee table now, with half-closed eyes, swaying gently as he attempts to hypnotise me into getting more meat for him.
I used to say that I could never live alone and its true - without my cats I would go bananas. But now, I'm grateful to be living by myself. It forces me to focus on my goals, get things done and to go out with friends more often.
If you ever go to a library, find out if they have my favourite book on cats called, "Why Cats Paint" by Heather Busch (1994). Its true, there are feline artists out there and they make a good living out of it too. My favourites are the odd-looking pair who when they have finished whipping up a masterpiece go out to enjoy some horseriding. Yep, that's right, horseriding.
I wish my cats could paint
They are perfect companions. Although I love sharing my house with people, they tend to try and talk to you in the early morning and that can ruin my whole day, whereas a cat in the morning is only interested in the same thing as you - food quickly followed by more sleep. What better harmony than to find a companion who won't raise an eyebrow if you eat chocolate-chip cookies for breakfast or fall sleep after putting on jogging gear?
I love the way my cats will clean themselves before a meal. Its as if every meal is a special occasion that they have to dress up for - even if dinner is fish heads fixed in gelatinous mush served cold and sloppy - they think its worth getting dressed up for.
Tonight I had run out of kibble so I let them share in my premium mince - Bunny, the food fanatic of the two was so delighted he was purring as he ate. He is sitting on my coffee table now, with half-closed eyes, swaying gently as he attempts to hypnotise me into getting more meat for him.
I used to say that I could never live alone and its true - without my cats I would go bananas. But now, I'm grateful to be living by myself. It forces me to focus on my goals, get things done and to go out with friends more often.
If you ever go to a library, find out if they have my favourite book on cats called, "Why Cats Paint" by Heather Busch (1994). Its true, there are feline artists out there and they make a good living out of it too. My favourites are the odd-looking pair who when they have finished whipping up a masterpiece go out to enjoy some horseriding. Yep, that's right, horseriding.
I wish my cats could paint
Boat Heaven
I can't watch it any more as I have moved to an area that doesn't give good tv reception.