
For some strange reason Mom & Dad don’t let me have the run of the house at night while they’re asleep, can’t think why.
Anyway each night about 10pm we have a little game where they try to get me into my bedroom voluntarily and I pretend I’m asleep on one of my many beds they have dotted around the house.
It’s pretty cool really, they have a bed for me in almost every room, Mom even made two big puffy beds for me from an old down quilt, I sink right into it, lovely... sigh!
So back to the nightly ritual. I eventually let myself get bribed into my bedroom with toys or cat treats, they give me a few minutes extra attention then shut me in. I don’t mind really as I have all the cat comforts I need, a big puffy soft bed, food, water, litter tray, toys, and a scratching post I can sit on the top of to watch things going by the window like bunnies and pesky squirrels.
At 6:45am each morning when the alarm goes off I’m at my door ready to be let out, if they’re not quick enough I give them a little vocal encouragement. They’re pretty good though because I’m always the first one in the house to get breakfast in the morning, and after a good cat nap there's nothing quite like a bowl of fresh kibble.
I really wish though that they’d trust me, so far I haven’t as much as scratched a piece of furniture. But I guess that they need time to adjust to having a new housemate, and I am a bit of a tank. There’s just no gettin’ away with the fact that I’m one big kitty, 5.5kg (or 12lbs to the flat earthers reading this!) of pure muscle.
Who needs cat beds... me relaxing on one of my custom puffy down beds.
5.5kg of handsome kitty signing off.