Oh Yes, Simons cat. If I didn't know better, I'd think that fucking Simon had been spying on our house for the last 20 years, given the accuracy of all his cartoons
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I have a part Burmese sat on my lap right now. He will stay there until I am practically wetting myself and can no longer wait to go to the toilet. Then I will have to forcibly remove him with much whining. Those of you with velcro babies and toddlers have nothing on him
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He is 18 YO and must have spent pretty much all his life within 2 feet of me when I am at home.
His day goes like this.
Hit me in the face and shout until I get up and feed him, any time between 5 and 6 am. If he gets shut out of the bedroom, bang on the door and shout as an alternative. If he goes past 6.30 I often wake up in a panic assuming he is sick or worse.
Sit on my lap during breakfast. More whining when he is removed so I can get dressed and go to work. I have been off work since Christmas Eve, so tomorrow morning is going to be difficult.
Sleep most of day until late afternoon.
Wait outside house until I get home. Trip me up until I feed him on entering the house. Get in the way if I dare to try and bring in shopping, pick up post or go to the toilet.
Sit on my lap while I have a cup of tea. Whine a lot if I need to get up to cook dinner, or do anything else in the house, or go out in the evening. If I am in our postage stamp sized kitchen, sit six inches behind me so I fall over him repeatedly as I move around the kitchen.
Beg for food at least 10 times per day. He is very well fed btw.
Obviously I love him very much and will be devastated when he finally shuffles off to the great litter box in the sky, but he is very overindulged in the meantime.
He's actually just got up so I need to go and see what he is up to. The other cat has just come in and they are being suspiciously quiet. I've left crab shells out so best guess is that young fit cat is poking through it and throwing bits down onto the floor for old cat.