Tinker cat. I really
should just write down all the things that
cat gets into and put it into a book. I was
going to use some double sided white tape,
so had placed it on the bed and taken the
little strip of paper off the one super,
sticky side.
In comes Tinker, and
plops her arse right on it. She moved, it
went with her and she went into a blurry
streak , wreak the house mode. You've seen
deer running in fright, waving those white
tails up in the air? That's exactly what
this cat looked like. She cleared
everything off the kitchen counters,
including the toaster, went zooming over my
desk and sent 10, 000 papers flying like
snow, ran up a wall, then into her cat
litter pan, out again, throwing litter
through the entire house. I couldn't catch
her?
Had to wait until she
wore herself out. I thought I could just
use tiny scissors and clip the sticky
tape from the underside of her tail. No
bloody way. The moment I touched it she was
going to hit the house like a member of the
Hell's Angels. So, I grabbed the thing, and
yanked it off. Darn, but a lot of hair came
with it. She turned around and actually bit
me??? Then went under the bed, refusing to
come out for hours.
She got over that, then I
pulled a stupid thing. I washed my hair,
dried it, had it all curled, sat down to
write and she sailed from the top of the
fridge to land on my head. Chewing,
licking, twisting herself around my neck, up
on my head, acting like she was stoned? I
couldn't get her to stop.
Then it dawned on me. My
hair spray is in a small bottle, right
beside the bottle of liquid CATNIP. Yup. I
mixed em up. Had to wash my hair again, and
even with my head hanging in the sink with
the tap on, she was still having a very
erotic session with my poor head. The hot
water made the Catnip even stronger. You
should try that sometime, try to wash you
head while a cat is glued, moaning and
drooling down your face. Ah, the life I
lead. I really need to get out more? Don't
you folks think I need to get out more???
