Loving Our Cats.
Am I Crazy Or just Crazy over Cats?
Am I Crazy or Just Crazy for My Cats
My beautiful Princess. We sure picked the right name "Princess" when we acquired a 5 month old lost kitten. She is now 15 years old, has been a wonderful mother to 6 kittens in the past and now of course is the Boss.!
You know what they say... If you want the best seat in the house, you'll have to move the cat first..
Our Princess , of course is a Tenerife cat. She knows no other weather than this wonderful climate.
I'm not saying the sun shines every day of the year. We do get plenty of cloudy days , some rain and the occasional storm! When I say"storm" I really mean like the tail end of a Hurricane, coupled with torrential rain, palm trees bending completely over to the ground or hitting you on the head if you're daft enough to go out in such a storm.
The drainage system here is still not prepared for such weather, so the roads resemble dirty rivers..........But.... Nothing compares with owning a cat at a time like this.!
A cat born and bred in a warm sunny climate doesn't know how to react to high winds. (to say the least)
The last storm we had brought torrents of rain along with Hurricane force winds, our poor, lovely cat refuses to go out the door (very sensible) but it's quite obvious she needs to go out to her favourite spot in the garden. Her very own bathroom.
I open the back door and she looks like someone is directly aiming a powerful hairdryer at her . Fur all blown back she runs for the front door. "Not going out in THAT' she is thinking, but expecting different weather at the front of the house. How disappointed she must have been when the same thing happens on opening the front door.. She decides to curl up, hold it in, would you believe? Princess has never made a mess in the house other than the odd fur ball thrown up and bless her she's obviously not going to start now/....
By 4.0. a. m. "Meaow., meaow She must be quite desperate. Only one thing I can do.
I pick her up, walk out in rain my flippy floppy slippers drenched in a second. Pyjamas stuck to my skin............Pick my little trowel and start to dig for her . She gets the message but I still have to hold on to her tight. She only weighs 6 lbs. She'll be blown away, I'm thinking. In fact I've seen heavier things than her fly past me in one of these storms.
She finishes her business and like a good girl begins to bury it with her paw, but looks up at me with pleading eyes....oh ok, I let go, She bolts for the door all dry inside, while. I soaking wet reeling from gusts of wind am using my trusty trowel to bury her business.. I mean what else would I want to be doing at 4 in the morning....?
Who's mad. Me or the cat? Please don't answer that.
Needless to say Hubby is sleeping through all of this including the enormous claps of thunder and sheets of flashing lightning.
Next morning as the sun comes up, and storm has faded away, I think to myself of my sleepless night and look at contented Princess curled up asleep.
Yes it's definately me. I'm the Wackjob. ! Now for goodness sake go out today and do what any normal person would have done before the storm. Buy a litter tray, you idiot.!
God thinking Batman. Will do. like NOW !!!
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