It's been here a month now and there seems no prospect of it going. I thought when they didn't give it a name it was only here on a temporary basis but now they're calling it Spook - sums it all up really. :(
Ha ha ha - I did laugh this morning. I was in the bedroom wardrobe and watched the scene unfold from my hiding place. The Bedsock bought a breakfast tray up to bed, hot buttered toast with marmite and a cup of coffee. As he put the tray down on the bed Spook flew out of nowhere and landed on the tray spilling the coffee all over Arabella's newly washed duvet. Then he trampled all over the toast leaving marmite pawprints across the bed as he fled! When I heard the Bedsock curse that that was the last of the butter so he couldn't make any more toast, I laughed so much I wee'd in the wardrobe! Then I gave Arabella's new leather boots a quick scratch just for the hell of it. Sadly the marmite incident didn't spell Spook's demise although it was a close thing.
The Bedsock bought a little box of 4 Ferrero Rocher chocolates home - God knows why when there is Choccywoccydooda in town selling the real stuff. Anyway, the Bedsock ate two, Arabella ate one and said she would save the last one for later - so I hid it under the sofa! Ha ha. First Arabella blamed the Bedsock for scoffing the last chocolate... then after he had vigorously denied this Spook got the blame. LOL! A few more tricks like that and perhaps they'll get shot of him...
Another thing that is odd - before Mummy goes to sleep we play for a bit on the bed. I jump around and bite her feet and then when Mummy tries to stop me I release a bit of wind (all this food does make me terribly gassy). Then I get lobbed out into the hall and the door slammed behind me! It just doesn't make sense!
When Mummy is making breakfast for me and Hebe in the kitchen, I like to show her how happy I am by running up her legs and hanging onto her bottom by my claws. She screams and then I get lobbed out into the hall and the door slammed behind me! This is really a very weird place and I will have to make sure that the servants are a bit better trained.
Hebe likes to play with me but for some reason she prefers to have glass doors between us. This seems very strange to me as I can't jump on her and bite her ears in that affectionate and playful way I do.
Daddy seems a bit hung up about rules. He says "Cats are not allowed on the surfaces and particularly not on the cooker.
Hebe ignores him so I do too.
How the hell did we end up with a kitten called Spook?
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