take one woman with low self esteem, but quite good hair
add one moronic illness
stir in some medication which causes hair to fall out
mix it all up and this is what you get...
Saturday, September 10, 2005
No-one seemed to appreciate just how hard it was for the cat.
Not only did he have to "patrol" the back gardens of the neighbourhood, but he was also responsible for tending to the needs of not one but two sets of humans: his rightful owners and the foster family who had moved into his old house.
He would sometimes humour them on his way through the house to the front window, where he was required on sentinel duty. They would want him to lie down on the sofa and show them affection, but he didn't have time, he had so many chores to attend to, like:
- skulking around the house, mewing pathetically
- rubbing lips on all available items of furniture
- ridding the world of moths
- clambering into hidey-holes
- finding unlikely places to sleep
He was fascinated to know what went on in their tiny minds.