It was only as I reached the door, where Cookie was waiting impatiently having raced ahead of me up the stairs, that I realised how tired I was, and how I really didn’t want any cat politics tonight.
An eleven hour day, which was fine while I was working, but which suddenly caught up with me, and made my whole body sag. All I wanted to do was fuss MasterB, feed him and let him out while I ate a quick meal before bed.
Celia had called in to see him in the afternoon, but her text message said he hadn’t wanted to play or to be affectionate, but had eaten and then groomed himself intensively. Sorry Celia.
I hope he’s a bit more sociable tomorrow. In the morning Julie is coming to meet him. She has said she is willing to look after him if I am away. She already looks after Octavia’s Grey Ninja, and comes highly recommended. I have seen her with the Grey Ninja and it’s obvious there’s a very good bond there.
So Cookie bounced in and MasterB went down the stairs. So Cookie followed. Then both cats went out, MasterB disappeared into a flowerbed and I came in.
Less than a minute later my doorbell sounded. A neighbour, “Isobel, a strange grey cat has just rushed in through the door and up the stairs’ she said.
She didn’t last long. There was no food in MasterB’s bowl and no excitement in the flat. I took her downstairs. MasterB came in. He ate. He groomed himself intensively. He asked to go out. Cookie met him at the gate. He raised a paw to her. Honestly, it’s a good thing she’s moving soon, this relationship is not getting better.
So both cats out. I made some soup with noodles. I poured a glass of cider which I have yet to drink.
I think a ground floor flat with its own garden and a catflap in the door would be my idea of heaven right now.