Weeks 9 and 10: We’ve been here for 2 months now and we’re
really settled. We’ve absolutely got our routine down now: wake up, have staff make a fuss of us and feed us, force the staff to work planning our cat café, sleep all day then make the staff play with us. It’s definitely a hard life but running your own business was never going to be easy.
Sir Fluffington: Recently we were forced to have worming
tablets. Sushi foolishly ate hers without an argument. I, however, knew better.
The staff could have
been trying to poison us and take the café as their own.
The staff cruelly forced the tablet down my throat and by a stroke of luck it
turned out it was just a worming tablet after all.
Sushi: I think that perhaps I should be in charge of the
house, after all women make much better rulers than men anyway. Because of this,
when I saw Sir Fluffington going for the favoured bed I knew this was a chance
to show everyone who’s boss and jumped off of one of the staff to go grab it.
Sir Fluffington never saw me coming, ninja kitty Sushi the great…yes, I’m sure
that’s how I’ll be remembered in the history books.
Sir Fluffington: It’s a little known fact but cats are
actually rather frugal and as such…Sushi is just telling me
that actually a lot
of people know cats prefer things when they are free such as the wrapping
rather than the toy or the box instead of the bed. Hmm, perhaps some of you
humans have caught onto this but I highly doubt that many have. Anyway, the
staff have started building a cardboard box kitty tower, we love it because it’s
just loads of cardboard boxes; what could be more thrilling?
A very shocking and disturbing thing has happened since our
last blog. We were innocently going about our business; ordering the staff
around, climbing the Christmas tree and whatnot…when suddenly out of nowhere we
were whisked away into the carrier/play box and taken to the vets. Then we were
left there! What kind of horrible human leaves a cat at the vets? An evil one
that’s what! Somehow though it got worse…we had some hair shaved on our legs
and a needle jabbed in, then everything went dark. When we woke something was
very wrong…we were missing bits.
Sir Fluffington: I was missing something very special, VERY
SPECIAL! Something no man should not lose, I was outraged!
Sushi: When I woke I had a big scar down my side it was
horrible and I still hurt. However I was glad about what happened to Sir
Fluffington as it will stop any incestuous feelings he may have had in the
future.
We’re civilised kitties though and what’s done is done so we
quickly forgave the staff, apparently it’s better for our health in the long
run and after the worming tablet fiasco we guess we have no choice but to
believe them.
Sir Fluffington: A big problem was after we got back we had
cones put around our heads just to add to our humiliation. Even worse, it took
me a while to get used to and somehow managed to get faeces on my collar and
whiskers, it was shameful, so shameful I can’t quite work out why I’m telling
the world this fact. Luckily for me one of the staff came quickly and tidied it
all up. I decided that it was nice of the staff to clean me up so swiftly so I
returned the favour by sitting on their shoulder and gracing them with my
presence for a while.
Sushi: The cones have been a big
problem; it makes it very hard to eat. Often I think I can’t be bothered to
carry on eating. At this point I’m thankful for the staff as when I’m fed up of
trying to eat they feed me out of their hand.
Sir Fluffington: Sometimes it’s important to put people in
their place, so every now and again I have a little nibble of the staff’s neck
to show them that I’m in charge, it works well at keeping them in line.
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