LAMENTATIONS OF A HAPPY VICTIM

CATS ON TUESDAY

Arthur also loves little Father Christmas.

I am the happy victim of my four cats with following functions : serving and acting as ... doorman, sofa, bed, canopener, playmate, cleaning woman, nurse etc....

I am observed each time I move.

When I am busy they want to play and when I want to play they sleep or wash and look at me with one eye open, as if I had become mad .

When I want to read and take a book or a newspaper I can be sure that one of them sits or sleeps on it. And when I am reading one of them would lay down on my chest and cut my view.

They don't care about my computer when it's switched of. But as soon as it's on, they walk on the keyboard and are very interested in watching the screen and look at all the wonderful things they had created. (and it takes me hours to get rid of it)

When I don't get up quickly enough in the morning, they try everything to get me out of bed. They jump on my chest, purr like running truck motors, comb my hair with their paws or bite in every uncovered piece of my body. They check my nose with their whiskers or scratch like mad at the door or wardrobe.

When finally I stumbled out of my bed and had fed them, they would sleep the whole day. And in the evening when I go to bed and want to sleep, they are running around, play, and raise the devil.

The scratchpost is only there for decoration (except for Pookie), the others (except Kim) prefer the sofa, the armchair or the carpets or all together.

Now it's also litterbox season because it's too cold and wet outside for their delicate bottoms. Of course they wait until it's just cleaned . When Arthur was a baby he prefered to go in the flower pots rather then using the litterbox.

They wouldn't eat before checking their bowls first. If I open a new can they smell at it, turn around tail up walk away and look offended. So I try another one etc etc.

When they are sick, they won't threw up on the tiles, maybe they are afraid that we could slip on it. They always choose the most beautiful carpet .

I have to minimize myself in my bed, because one is sleeping besides my head, the other against my belly and the third at my feet. The fourth that means old Lisa, chooses the armchair as the bed is overcrowed. (Mr. Gattino moves too much)

No door is closed in our house, the cats hate closed doors. They would sit in front of a closed door and miauwing as if the end of the world is near, or they ferociously scratch at the door until there is almost a hole in it.

They love to sleep inside a wardrobe and hop outside like a flash when I open it and are certainly very amused when I jump back, near a heart attack.

Each time somebody goes to the toilette one cat has to walk him/her there, and as soon as they are inside and the door is closed, they want to go outside. And when they are outside they want to go inside of course..Taking a bath leads to the same so the door has to stay open.

They are all convinced that the front door is better than the back door and if you open the front door they prefer the back door.

Yes, it's not easy to share your life with cats and you are suffering a lot, but at least something is for sure ! you are never getting bored !

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