Life’s been very interesting and exciting in the past week. There’s a cat in the house!
The daughter of my humans has come to stay – something about making a bubble with my humans and all to do with this lockdown thing they’ve been having – and she’s brought Kitty with her. Kitty! Her cat who’s stayed here before. And this time she’s here for a couple of weeks! I’m determined to find her this time.
I’ve been seaching everywhere but I’ve only managed to find her once, when she was strolling across the landing. We almost met but she ran away, and I raced after her. Their daughter, who is Kitty’s owner, yelled at me and I was bit scared. She can be a bit scary if I’m naughty but she loves me really because she makes a big fuss of me most of the time.
So life goes on. There’s a cat somewhere in his house. I’m determined to find her, but I never can. I’ve even pulled the futon mattress out from under the spare bed looking for her, like I did once before was I was younger, but she wasn’t there.
I’m beginning to wonder if she hides somewhere and watches me trying to find her. There are times when I’m in a room and I just know she’s there, but can I find her? Oh well, it makes a change from patrolling the borders of the garden along the new fence they had put up when I started digging my way out underneath the old one. And it’s nice to have my own cat around, because I can never get at the one who lives on the other side of that new fence.