Djoono, I don’t even care that I have no money whatsoever at the moment. Partly because payday is only a week away but mainly because I have a very fluffy (sorry, Fluffeh) and, recently, very cuddleable cat called Bez.
See, I’m a dog lover. There’s no two ways about it. I love dogs and dogs love me. Simple as that. Dunno why, just got a natural affinity with ‘em. Possibly something to do with the fact that Dogs evolved from Wolves as Humans stepped up a couple of rungs on the evolutionary ladder and ended up working together very well indeed and I’m just in tune with that. I dunno. It just happens.
Anyway, I’ve only been bitten once by a dog and that was because the poor sop had gone mad. Got put down a week later as he couldn’t even walk, eat, anything by then. That was a sad day. I didn’t get rabies, by the way, so don’t worry.
Apart from that, I’ve grown up close to lots and lots of dogs. Delivering newspapers does that to you. Many great snarly Rottweilers and Dobermanns (Dobermenn?) and all sorts of other assorted farm dogs came rushing up to me as I delivered The Sunday Times or w.h.y., ready to tear me limb from limb, only to realise that I wasn’t a threat and gave good tummy-tickles and without fail had Bonios and Aniseed Balls in my pocket (nicked from Dad’s newsy, natch).
So, I’ve grown to love cats too. Not as much as dogs of course but they’re still pretty fab little critters nonetheless.
Bez, since coming to live with T and I, developed an unpleasant habit of nipping any exposed flesh whenever the opportunity presented itself. He doesn’t sleep. No, really. I’ve not seen him properly sleeping. Dozing, pretending he’s asleep, yes. In an instant he can spring, fangs bared, at ones ankles. Hard work ain’t the word.
Well, as I say he’s become a lot more cuddly lately. Still a bit nippy but that’s just his playful way. Doesn’t actually hurt any more and he knows it’s Norty so tends to slink off and try to rape Charlotte instead, who knows how to handle Bez and his lustful advances. A hyperactive Ragdoll. There’s a paradox you can put into your pipe and smoke for a week.
Here he is in all his Fluffeh Glory.
What a cat. Love him to bits.
‹Wonders if I can create a Mell-O-Meter Like SimonG’s Lard-O-Meter›
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