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Thursday, 5 July 2012

Sofa So Good - NOT!


They went out the other day and bought new furniture. Now I am broad minded - I don't mind that. In fact I quite like the idea of somewhere new to sharpen my claws or stretch my legs and have a good scratch. But I am getting cross now.

I mean how long have I been around her? Wouldn't you think they'd have a bit more consideration? No they don't they just go ahead and get whatever they want and never mind the three of us felines.

I mean they got this great big chair in bright orange. I said the colour was a bad choice the moment it came off the delivery van but there's no telling them. Next thing it's in the lounge and all the furniture is being moved to make way for the chair. Now if it was me I would have made sure I knew exactly where it was going before I bought it but not them!

Eventually they decided on the spot for it and put it to rest and went to have a cup of tea. Well only one thing for me to do then and that was road test it. I jumped up and did a couple of circles ready to settle down and then I realised I was in something like quicksand. My back legs sunk deeper in the fabric the more I struggled to get out. I was trapped and felt like I was going to be eaten by the monster chair from outer space.

Just then in he walked and that was it.

"You can't be trusted for one minute can you?" he bellowed "As soon as we turn our back your up to mischief. Now get out of there at once"

"Listen I've been trying for the last five minutes. It's you who bought the stupid thing. Wait til you're trapped in it with your legs pointing up to the ceiling. Will I come yelling at you then?"

"Are you listening I said off!"

"Actually you didn't you said out but that doesn't matter I can neither move off nor out of it"

"Right that's it!" he grabbed me and pulled me free from my life threatening trap. I purred and licked him. "Good boy - sorry I shouted at you but it's an expensive chair and we don't want it covered in cat hairs do we?"

I held my tongue. There I was I just back from the jaws of death in his stupid chair and all he's worried about is a little cat hair on it. One knows one's place!


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