Since arriving at Tom Cat Towers, I have insisted on very high standards from staff. My food has to be of the utmost quality, my designer duvet washed on a regular basis and my grooming has to be impeccable. Personal hygiene has to be of the utmost that can be achieved.
Opposite my bedroom is my Bliss Spa area. Maid has explicit instructions to attend to me there every night. Maid immerses herself in the large tub in the room and soaks in Molton Brown Rose Granati, a fragrance which I adore as it finds its way onto my pelt, quite classic. I don't know why Maid feels the need to get into water. I personally avoid water and have never had a bath. Unlike Dippi, or Miss Stinky as I sometimes have to call her. She gets bathed now and again.
As she is so physically and mentally disadvantaged, she sometimes has problems with personal hygiene. It is for this reason that I get quite unhappy when she tries to join me on my designer duvet - grubby cat. I dread to think what is hanging off her fur that should have been buried.
Today Dippi managed to lob herself onto my duvet. My nose automatically wrinkled in disgust. She snuggled up and pretended to be asleep. I was most annoyed. Thankfully Maid came into the room and swiftly removed her.
Anyway, when the plug is pulled from the tub, it is my cue to tumble from the bed and amble, half stretching, half yawning across the hallway then push the door open into the Bliss Spa area where my own combs are waiting for me. One does not share grooming implements with the chavvy Gingie-crew.
I sashay around as I am brushed then I fall onto my back on the floor as my pantaloons and tummy are given attention. I am very good and co-operate with Maid. I raise each front leg in turn so that Maid can comb my armpits. I reward Maid with some very loud purrs which I know she appreciates. My sparing gratitude should be reward enough for any human.
If I am in an extremely good mood, I then allow Maid to pick me up and cuddle me, occasionally I continue to purr. I know the need to let humans aware of when they are performing as they should do. However, I draw the line at kissing. It simply is not good form to allow humans to kiss you; I always manage to avoid the pucker!!
Maid’s version!
Madam adores being groomed. She will allow me to brush her all day if she could. She loves the bathroom for some reason, and when I am in the bath she will thump down from the bed and then barrel her way through the bathroom door and sit impatiently waiting to be groomed.
She's not a vocal cat but will let out a 'mew' of impatience if I don't get out of the bath quickly enough and start brushing her! I've never known a cat who loves being brushed, I can't decide if she just enjoys the experience or whether she is vain and likes to look good; she does lie on the bed all day and when she isn't asleep she is looking at herself in the mirror, as if she is admiring herself!!
One Cat is Company
"One cat is company.
Two cats are a conspiracy.
Three cats is an attempted takeover.
Four or more cats is a complete coup!"
Shona Steele (Australia)
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