ARTHUR THE OVERWORKED CAT

Arthur in all his beauty.

It looks like Arthur's mother has been a siamese (Arthur's voice sounds very much like that) who felt in love with an ordinary tabby cat, maybe she had her head in the garbidge bin as so many. Anyway, as Arthur is a mixture he was no money worth and landed as a little kitten in an animal shelter, where we picked him up.

Baby Arthur, as big as the remote control


Sometimes he tries to water the plants ! I am watching (as Big Brother) and shooting with a Waterpistol ! Then he would jump out terrified, not knowing were the water came from. I were sitting innocently in my chair.


Arthur has a hard life ! The whole day he is running around and inspecting what people are doing in the street.

Everybody knows him because he is the only white cat in the whole neighborhood. There is not a single spot of another color on him, besides his little pink nose and the yellow eyes. He looks so white that it's boring. So I always buy him a nice collar, if possible with diamants so that he can sparkel in the sunshine (or moon), then he looks dressed. But in the same way I buy the colars he is in a hurry to loose them.

So on top of being an overworked cat, he is also expensive.

I say overworked because he has a lot to do !

Helping the workers (if there are) in the street. He jumps in the holes, they make, he runs behind spades and brooms, is sharing generously the lunch with his new pals, and sits on their clothes. Sometimes he disappears for a little nap in a car when the door is open

So I am forced to ask the people to pay attention that they don't take him with them when they leave. Also it would be a danger to the workers, when Arthur suddenly jumps out of the backseats and screams like if somebody had walked on his tail.


He also likes to escort the postman and assits him when he puts the letters in our box and then he would walk him to all other boxes in the street.

As a very helpfull cat, he is watching the neigbours and as soon as somebody starts to fumble around in his garden, Arthur is there to play with the weed or ditch little holes. In that he has a lot of experience, as he has to do that for himself every day.

When Arthur is tired he won't come home, he disappears and we are wondering where he might be. One day one neighbor told me that Arthur liked her bedroom very much, as he is sleeping peacefully in her bed for some hours.

He also tries to assist guests while they are eating. He checks what they have on their plates and when it suits him he tries to pull out the meat or chicken, as his devise is, everybody should share. Only most of the guests to his surprise do not agree. Poor Arthur.

When my husband leaves or comes back with his car, Arthur runs behind perhaps for his daily jogging and everybody laughes about the white cat running behind the white car.

Maybe he thinks that the color fits him, because he doesn't follow my yellow's

When it's nice and warm and the work been done, Arthur would sleep against the fence with his big (in any sense) friend Yanouk, Sometimes he puts his little paw on Yanouk's enormous paw, who sniffles at it and waggles happily with his tail.

Pookie, Kim, himself, Lisa

His last to do is getting on his harem's nerves, the 3 female cats with whom he is sharing life.

As he is the youngest and full of energy, he tries to play with them. The result is not very encouraging, because old little Lisa sends him to hell, Kim doesn't like to play and walks away, (that he understood in the meantime) only Pookie sacrifies herself occasionally and they are running around like mad, but suddenly she turns around and hisses in his face. The look of Sir Arthur (as we also call him) is not payable with the whole money of the world.

So please pitty him, not only he works so hard, but also he is misunderstood by everybody (except his darling canopener, my husband)

Arthur the sleeping model

The hat doesn't bother him, when it's time to wash, he washes

When Arthur sleeps, he sleeps. You can do everything you want to (almost) with him, he wouldn't move. So I put a doll's hat on him. Shame ! A cat is not a toy !



Arthur working in a drawer

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