Thursday, 25 August 2016

The cat at the window

The cat sat at the window sill looking out at the watching the birds at feeder eyes darting from one to the other.

“Do you want to go out?” she asked the cat who glared back in disgust that such a stupid question should be asked, then stared out the window again.

She went to the kitchen to give her some food and the cat turned her head and glaring at he watched her go.

“Kitty, kitty, come on its ready now” and the cat ran out to her but instead of eating her food stood yowling by the back door.

“Oh you want to go out first do you Kitty? she said opening the door as the cat dashed off in the garden scattering the birds at the feeder who then looked down squawking a warning from the trees.

She then began to tidy the house and found that her sewing basket had been tipped over and all the bits and bobs had been scattered over the floor, “Now who could have done that” she asked.

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  1. This story reminds me of my first cat, Madeline. Often before retiring for the night, I'd read in bed. If Madeline was bored or just wanted to irritate me she'd hop on top of the dresser, crouch down and then start to slowly push items on the dresser over the edge and onto the floor. I swear she would watch to see if I was looking :D

  2. We were thinking along the same lines, Old Egg. The cat is always suspect.