Lucy Pussy says

Miaow Miaow. I would like to go out please.

It’s raining, and you won’t like it.

Miaow Miaow. I still would like to try it for myself. Miaow.

<open door and LP screws up eyes and about turns>

5 minutes later…

Miaow Miaow. I would like to go out.

It is drizzling now and you won’t like it.

Miaow Miaow. If you please, I will make that decision myself.

<open door, LP ventures forth, sits for 2 seconds and about turns, looking at me accusingly as if I am personally responsible for the rain>

Miaow Miaow Miaow. Can you turn it off so I can go and play, please? Miaow Miaow Miaow……

Lucy chills

This morning Lucy Pussy is racing through the house like a banshee and even managed to climb a window. She looked as surprised as I did when she arrived at the top of it.  We are also having a battle of wills regarding what I consider delicious cat food and what she considers muck. I sense she is winning that battle.  And can anyone tell me why the handle of my gorgeous purple patent leather Lulu Guiness handbag is so tasty when cod gourmet meal isn’t?

Sometimes, though, we just chill.

And sometimes we chill in the study on the interview chair with the Our Lady cushion.

She Who Must Be Obeyed

At long last She has arrived. We chose her last week but as she had just had a wee op she had to stay in the Cat & Dog Home for a wee while. Yesterday she graced us with her presence and already we are running around after her.

Her name is Lucy (Lucy Pussy) and she has lovely eyes, hence Lucy. She is one year old and likes to climb and lie on your bosom when you are reading. Lucy will talk to you at length – with a hint of a Siamese accent, I think.  We haven’t quite found out what Madame will eat although were told at the Home (of which we shall talk no more) that they had succumbed and given her tuna. Not KittyKat tuna – tuna out of a human tuna tin. This may be a long battle. Ora pro nobis.