I am in trouble again.
Let me set the scene for you. I was in the study having a read pf the notice board and I thought there were a few pieces on there that should come off. Now you may remember from before that I don't always make the wisest choice in removing stuff from the noticeboard. remember the lottery ticket not discovered fro 2 years!
Well I blame those colourful pins the two legs use. They are very pretty and they are just right for me to get out of the board with my teeth. Only problem is I can't then catch the paper as it falls down the crack behind the desk.
Well I was about to have a go at a couple of pictures he has up there when he appears in the doorway.
"Oh no you don't young man!" he shouts and bounds over - well shuffles more like it - to pick me up.
Now first off I don't like being disturbed when I am in the middle of doing something and second off I will not be called young man. Man is something I am not and if he doesn't know that by know he must be dimmer than I thought.
He picked me up and put me on his back in his arms. I think he was actually going to be gentle with me but I am not that keen on suddenly being whisked up and thrown on my back into someone's arms - no matter how gentle their intentions might be.
I raised my paw in self defence and caught him right across the nose. Well did he scream out! Then there was a handkerchief issue and he was dabbing his nose with it and moaning about the blood he was losing. Off he went to the bathroom and emerged with a bright green plaster across his nose. Laugh I thought I was going to wet myself.
Then all the recriminations started.
Why was I a vicious cat? Why did he feel it necessary to toss me about like a sack of spuds? why couldn't I be trusted to leave things alone that don't concern me? Why couldn't he learn to just simply say what he wanted rather than dive in arms and mouth blazing?
After it quietened down I went on line and found a new nose for him - any idea which one I should order?
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