For those that don’t know I have 2 cats, last week I wrote about how one of them was an arsehole. You can read it here
This is Gizmo
He is half Burmese, if you didn’t know Burmese are meant to be highly intelligent but also very vocal. Giz doesn’t appear to have inherited the intelligence but did get the vocal bit. He doesn’t stop, unfortunantly he taught our other cat Sheldon, so now I regularly have both screaming at me for no reason.
This is Sheldon. This is Sheldon sitting outside the back door demanding to be let in. Sheldon will sit there no matter how hard it is raining till someone lets him in. The cat flap is just round the corner. Sheldon is an arsehole cat. To prove this to you, this photo is exhibit A.
Exhibit B is this story I told M, a couple of days ago
First let me explain my lounge to you. You have the front door, to the right is my partner’s computer, in front of the computer is the window, it covers the whole wall apart from where the door is. With the actual window we have 4 windows we can open 2 small ones and 2 large ones, when I say large I mean you can fit a 6ft man through one. We had to do this once, when we locked ourselves out.
I am sitting at the computer, windows wide open, when I hear a cat miowing, I ignore it and suddenly Sheldon jumps up on the windowsill outside, looks through the glass part of the window and screams at me. He has 3 choices, he can walk half a foot to one window or he can turn around and walk through the open window, or he can jump down. He has already done the hard work but jumping up on the fucking windowsill.
I make no movement so the bastard cat jumps down and starts screaming at me. I open the front door, and he is sitting outside the door, waiting for me to let him in.
Lets just review this, 2 open windows, a cat flap and he makes me move to open the fucking front door for him.
Ladies and gentlemen of the wordpress jury I rest my case.