Yesterday evening Molly managed to up end the corner cupboard in the bathroom. There are four shelves...each crowded with pots and potions and lotions...the usual sort of stuff that one finds in bathrooms...they ended up all over the floor...
Himself let rip with several Anglo-Saxon swear words...Molly threw herself on the floor and waved her legs in the air...Murphy hid under the 'fridge...
That wasn't the worst of it though...I think Molly was so alarmed by the noise she'd created that she wet herself...
It's actually really hard to find the actual pee you know...I could smell it, even with my nasal prongs up my nose...but tracking it down was easier said than done...in the end we just cleared everything out...laundry basket, mat etc. and then Himself sloshed half a bottle of eco cleaner about and mopped furiously...
She didn't care...sat on my tummy and pounded away with some vigour before growing bored and then she leapt to the top of the wardrobe and went to sleep...
Murphy crept out of his hiding place, he cheered up when he saw some little midges flying about...hasn't a hope of catching them, but it keeps him amused for ages.
Molly makes mad dashes out of the back door...she's determined to go outside and we're equally determined she's not going to...she does escape sometimes but Himself is fast and scoops her up and deposits her back in the cottage before she has time to catch her breath...
We get the drama queen side then...flinging herself dramatically to the floor...she really does throw herself down...then she waves her legs about as though she's doing yoga...because she looks so silly we laugh and I swear she plays on our reaction.
Murphy is totally different...he's quite plump and rather staid...he doesn't do leaping or door dashing nor does he practice cats yoga...he does eat lettuce though...doesn't care for tuna but likes cream cheese...Murphy sinks his teeth into Himself's hands when he picks him up...the more Himself says ow, the harder Murphy bites...he doesn't do that with me. He doesn't pound and he doesn't purr much...he only miaows when he'd like fresh water to drink...won't touch the water in the bowl if the dogs have been there first...
When Molly purrs, I bet the neighbours can hear her...she's so loud... she doesn't so much miaow as wail...she never bites and never extends her claws...she likes cream cheese as well but she prefers hers on a cracker or one of those thin cheesy biscuits broken up into small pieces...Molly dips her paw into the water bowl before she has a drink...her latest game is to pull the bowl across the kitchen floor with one small paw...water slopping everywhere.
The two little cats have given us such pleasure...no matter how awful Molly is or how Murphy is such a big girls blouse we wouldn't be without them.
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Reading that was like watching a really goodsit' com - so funny! I want to see your cats perform, I want to be there when Molly throws herself down waving her legs in the air, and to see a rather solemn Murphy eating lettuce - of all things! Reading about your "two little cats" really has made me laugh, and I'm pretty sure it's given us all "such pleasure". Look forward to the next episode 😂😂😂😂
its lovely to hear what they both been up too , with young animals about you never get time to be bored always up to something only time we get any peace with jet is when he is a sleep then he is snoring most of the night and bottom burps .
Hello Vashti. As always I love your stories. This one made me laugh. I love you furbabies. Can you show us pictures one day? They'd have their own fan club and I would sign up immediately!
Cas xx 🐱🐶
ROFL! Your life is painted in snapshots to me - and remind me of the wonderful illustrations that Norman Rockwell used to do for a magazine, may have been called John Bull or Illustrated Post.
Thankyou so much Christine - his illustrations are very collectable according to my reading. I have one that I keep on my computer. A tallboy - in front of which is a small boy who has opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a Father Christmas costume, and the look on his face is priceless.
When you wrote you could still smell the pee even with your nasal prongs stuck up your nose I just couldn't stop laughing, just what I needed today, one of your letters, so full of humour and I bet it's all true. Thank you,
I love your posts and now I love your cats..I have 2 cats and love them dearly..I was told to keep them out of my bedroom because of the dander but I don't have the heart to keep them out..I'd be lost without my babies..Cleo and Antony..neither as mischievous as your Molly though..she's a real doozy..
Just came across this post, Vashti. I loved it! What characters, Molly and Murphy are. I can just visualize the whole scene. Don't they just make your day? I think there are many days, I wouldn't even crack a smile, if it weren't for my kittys. 😀😀 Rubyxx
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