The two legs can be really mean sometimes you know. The other day I was having a wander through the kitchen and I heard them talking to Sebastian - they were telling him how they were going to get another cat for the house. I thought that will mean less food to go round so I went and found Max and asked him what to do. Max was having his usual morning sleep tucked underneath the duvet so I jumped on the bed and went round to the opening and called down to him. His muffled reply from deep down in the duvet signalled that he was "home".
I've told you before how Max is a very cold cat and always makes to get to the warmest place - maybe that is his mysterious "condition" - I don't know.
Anyway his reply indicated that on this occasion I could venture into his inner sanctum beneath the duvet. It was stiflingly hot in there but Max seemed content. I told him what I had heard and Max was totally dismissive and disdainful.
"They're winding old Sebastian up. You know how he is with food - if he thinks there's another cat coming he'll camp on the food cupboard."
With a degree of relief I left Max to his sauna and went back downstairs and my eyes nearly popped out. The two legs move fast. There was the new cat sitting as calm as you like on the back of the settee.
I went to find Sebastian who had moved his bed next to the food cupboard just as Max had predicted - old Max is a sage despite his attempts to appear dumb.
I told Seb what I had seen and he was a bit sceptical but I think he realised I wasn't joking. He rose up and sauntered into the lounge, looked up to the settee and saw the new arrival and gave a muted hiss.
The poor old devil jumped up onto the back of the settee and went to sniff the new cat's bottom. I was expecting fireworks but nothing happened. Next thing Seb snuggled down beside the new arrival and lay there with him (or it may have been a her). That cat hasn't moved in days. Seb gets down to eat but the other cat doesn't.
Funny old world!
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