MasterB is outside. I can’t say I envy him. It is very very cold tonight. But I guess a boy has to do what a boy has to do, and running about in the cold seems a peculiarly boy activity. That said, I rather missed my running around with Westie Boy this morning. I’ve got lots of wobbly footage. In this bit, he isn’t playing with his indestructible ball, but seems to be enjoying some rather unfocused running about.
MasterB has been extremely vocal for most of the day. He started when I arrived at the cattery and just kept going. Some of his remarks from the pet carrier on the passenger seat beside me on the journey home sounded tantrumesque. But mainly he has kept a loud commentary on everything and anything, including some possibly very personal comments to a neighbour washing her window frames.
This non-stop littany has fortunately been accompanied by lots of demonstrations of affection, including a rare few minutes sitting on my knee. I have had my face rubbed repeatedly, he has climbed up to be beside me wherever I have been, followed me about the garden and impeded my attempts to collect the latest delivery of his biscuits from the garagiste who kindly takes in my parcels. Three times I set off diown the street, only to be followed by a yowling MasterB apparently distraught at the prospect of being separated from me so early in our reunion, and forced to return. Eventually his desire to rebond with his tabby girlfriend outweighed his need to keep me in sight and he took to the walltops.
Whoever started the rumour that cats are independent creatures who don’t give a hoot about their human companions ought to be prosecuted under the trades description act. Even before I collected MasterB I had a cuddle with Izzy the kitten, still astonishly without a permanent home. She was neutered during the week, but a shaved flank and a few stitches in her side hadn’t slowed her down. She appeared at the window as I walked through the gate, greeted me like a long lost friend, rolled and pranced and played, purring all the while.
She is nigh on impossible to photograph as she is on the go the whole time. This is all I managed.
Izzy in the Window
I Call This My Andy Murray Look
So one way and another I have had a pretty good kitten fix over the past week, but lovely though they are, they’re not a patch on my wonderful MasterB. But now it’s time for The Last Leg, so I am going to sit down in front of the television and get my boy in in the ad break.
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After we had been away for a few days, our cat followed me to the neighbor’s and back letting me know, in no uncertain terms, that he wasn’t happy with our leaving him. I am sure it would have been censored if we would have been on TV. He used several bad boy words.
I am hoping he will have got it out of his system by tomorrow. I have no doubt he is communicating with me. It makes me wonder how he interprets what I say.
HaHa! It’s funny how cats sometimes really give you a piece of their mind! And say things like: ‘What sort of time do you call this?’ and ‘Where the hell have you been?’
Dogs never say things like that.
I think Izzy wants to come and live with you and Master B.
Gosh don’t they just? And Sonny is the worst. He is away for months at a time and then gives me the Where’s My Dinner? yowl. Totally unreconstructed.
Izzy might well want to come to live with us, but I think she should have her own home and not a ginger ninja who hates her.
WB had a sudden burst of the Zoomies! Aww MasterB in the snow not liking it much I’m thinking. I can’t imagine why Izzy doesn’t have a home. Such a sweet Tuxedo. Izzy in the window kills me. Glad MasterB has you back!
It is nuts isn’t it? She is such a lovely cat. I think she would be great in a care home because she is so friendly and confident. She is a bit bitey, so perhaps not great with very small children, but she keeps her claws in when she plays. I think I may send an email round to friends asking if they know of someone who is looking to get a kitten.
The snow is in the air but not settling. MasterB seems happy enough in it. But you don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to see he is very pleased to be home. 🙂
HA! Sam hasn’t shut up since I walked in the door either…..I think MasterB and Sam are both making their feelings known on our absences. I know David took good care of him while I was gone but Sam obviously is MY cat in so many ways. I know MasterB was very happy to be out of the cattery no matter how many friends he has there! Izzy is precious – no doubt there will be a forever home in her future soon……….I hope!
Pam
p.s. loved Peaches and Herb…..so appropo!
Oh I can just imagine it!
How funny.
Glad you are home safe and sound, and reunited!