Watchers of Friends will recognise the title of my blog. The next line is "What are they feeding you?" I can tell you that we are feeding our Terrible Trio on those pouches of kitten food. Most of the time it is okay, but when they are right under my nose when trying to compose a blog entry (them and me – did you know that kitties type in tongues very proficiently?!) then it can be pretty whiffy.
There, you really needed to know that, eh?
Cue the word ‘Ouch!’ as one of them leaps onto my lap, claws extended.
Did not know what to type today, not really in the mood for explaining prescription no. 3, tho I will in time. Also, much stuff in head and life, mostly good but not all. However, my little furry bundles of joy have provided the inspiration (Warning: If you do not like cats, then stop reading my blog for a while – perhaps the next few years!)
Anyways, here is the tale of Dith and the Techno-Kitty.
One evening, very bored, Dith was finishing off a rather dull job application form. The kitts were playing around her feet and occasaionally making low level forays onto their purpose built multi-gym. Dith had previously thought of it as the computer desk but the kitts, as always, knew better. It had, of course, been designed specifically for them, an excellent climbing frame and adventure centre.
Briefly Dith left the room in order to verify a necessary detail for the form. On re-entering, not much more than a minute later, she was greeted by the sight of Mountaineering Kitty (aka Sherpa) making a hasty exit from an interesting new level of the gym, which he had found to house the fun little buttons he could operate by walking on them. After a good humoured chastisement, punctuated by a number of giggles, Dith resumed her seat at the computer to close all of the dialogue boxes Sherpa had successfully opened.
A little later, as Dith was turning off all of the equipment, she was surprised to see that she had an answerphone message on her work mobile. Seeing as she had looked at it at the end of the working day, at which point there were no messages, and had only switched it on to check her work mobile number, this seemed a little odd.
The situation became more puzzling when she listened to the message. A voice on the other end indistictly said the word ‘Menace’ and there was background noise including some more words and some laughter. For a split second she had assumed that a colleague had phoned her in error, using the bum-dialling method or similar, but then all became clear. She realised that it was her own voice! Evidently, on his foray on the the mid-gym-level, Sherpa had also dialled Dith’s mobile number, on her own phone. It had then gone to answerphone and recorded her reaction to finding him at the computer. Most entertaining!
I have now looked up to find Che on the penultimate level of the gym, where we keep the paper. Is nothing safe?!? (As if I don’t know!)
And to finish, a favourite quote which has recently aquired new significance,
"Dogs sit by you as you work,
Cats sit on your work"
How very true.