No, this is not me apologising to my dentist in 2007, but a sorry
tail tale related to me yesterday.
MSM (Maggie’s Surrogate Mummy, who kindly put up with us whilst we were selling the boat and finding a new house) rang me last night, just beating me to sending her an email.
She said it was just as well as her mail server was down again, and she would have to have a chat with the friendly guy on the end of the phone sometime.
She’s been pet sitting of sorts for a neighbour, who took their dog with them but left the cat behind.
This cat is a teaser and likes to give you heart failure by climbing out of windows onto verandas and proceeding to climb up the trellis to sit on the roof.
The cat is also fickle, schizophrenic and has no manners or appreciation.
MSM has kindly cat-sat before, going in at certain times to feed Puss, give him fuss and then leave him to nap.
She had done this over the past three days without a hitch until the final day his owners were away and for some reason MSM fussed him first and then went to the cupboard to get his dinner.
He turned on her and bit into her leg………… four puncture holes, and drew blood.
I know what I (or Hubby) would have done by reflex.
She got him off, locked him in and hobbled home to dress her wounds.
Naturally she told the owners on their return who were mortified.
The next day, there was a card through her door from ‘The Cat’ to say he was sorry he had bitten her, please would she not hold it against him, and could they still be friends.
It made her smile.
What didn’t make her smile was the dead mouse that appeared on her mat the day after that, a peace-offering from Puss himself, the only way cats can.