When our cat arrived some months ago he came with a lot of baggage.
Apart from the cat himself we inherited a travelling box, a blanket, a collar, a lead, a shit box, several boxes of food, a bag of litter, a feeding bowl, a scratching pole, several toys and a nasty temperamental streak.
Of all of the above, the only things Cat seems to be using are the blanket, the feeding bowl and the nasty temperamental streak. The furniture is his substitute for the scratching pole, the garden is his general toilet [thank God] and the rest are just stashed away just in case. It was when I tried to put his collar on that I discovered his nasty temperamental streak, and my finger took the brunt. I haven’t tried since.
For those of you dying for news on my finger, I finally pulled off the damaged nail and my finger now looks weird. The new nail that had started to grow as a replacement seems to have stopped half way which means I can never resume playing the guitar. The sacrifices I make…..
Anyhows, Cat has become very pally with the dog, which is sadly not reciprocated. Penny tolerates but does not play. As a result, Cat sometimes becomes bored, yet refuses to play with his toys. The only one he ever showed a slight interest in was a little plastic ball with a bell inside it. A game with that lasts about half a minute.
When Cat gets bored then he starts annoying the dog. One of his favourite tricks is to suddenly stand upright on his hind legs [and he’s a very long cat] and holds his two front paws up like a letter Y. He then launches himself at Penny. Penny of course has become wise to this so the instant she sees the Y she dodges and Cat falls smack on his face on the floor. Sometimes she’s too slow though and this large mass of fur lands on top of her head which scares the shit out of her.
Cat was annoying me the other evening. He was obviously bored and had had enough of the garden, with eating and with sleeping so he was out for some mischief. Penny was lying in her armchair so was out of reach. Out of frustration I threw a pine cone at him. There are always pine cones lying around the place as Youngest Granddaughter likes to play with them in the garden and tends to bring them indoors [we have thousands of the damn things off our fir trees].
So the pine cone bounced off the wooden floor just in front of Cat’s nose [just where I aimed] and he went ballistic. By chance I had discovered his new favourite toy.
He pounced on it; he patted it; he kicked it; he jumped on it; he pinged it off the walls and sent it scittering around the floor at high speed. It was like one of those air-hockey things as the floor is wooden and the cone just flew along with the cat in hot pursuit. It kept him amused for about half an hour.
He lost it in the end under the washing machine and peace resumed.
I wasn’t bothered as we have an abundant supply in the garden. I have brought in my own little supply and any time the cat gets bored I just chuck one at him.
It’s amazing the fun you can have with a pine cone?