Day 30
Willi Whizkas tells me that in a few days Maid will be 50 years old.
Fifty!!! I didn’t realise that humans lived that long!
Various parcels and presents have been arriving, but none of them smell of catnip, so I’ve lost interest in sniffing them.
Lots of bottles of champagne have arrived. That’s a worry. If red wine makes Maid giggle, then champagne sends her totally loopy. A sort of catnip for humans! Champagne should be a controlled substance where Maid is concerned! In fact I would ban her from having it if I had my way, especially as the day after she’s had it, especially a whole bottle, she looks awful, has a headache and service to my needs is nonexistent until she’s had mugs of strong coffee, some tablets and a good moan.
It has been quite interesting plodding around Tom Cat Towers supervising the forthcoming event. However, organising Maid is rather tiring so I was soon snoozing on my duvet. Thankfully Maid also found time to carry out her normal duties, including pampering me in the Bliss Spa, where I had a good cuddle and a feed of my kibbles. Then I generously allowed her an evening off.
She came back quite late from a night out with other maids, and it was clear that she had been indulging in that champagne stuff, as she insisted on blowing raspberries on my tummy and giggling. How dreadful! I managed to leave the bedroom, tail erect, dignity intact!
I just know tomorrow that I shall have to purr extra loud in her ear about 6am to get her to get out of bed and feed me, otherwise she will lie there all morning feeling sorry for herself, not what one expects from one’s staff..
Maid’s version
Coming up to a busy weekend; my 50th birthday! I was impressed that Dumpty actually had the energy to come and follow me around, probably just being nosy, fearful that she’s missing out on something. Even though I’m up to my ears with presents arriving and evenings out to celebrate.
She’s almost been supervising!
This evening I had another night out having dinner with wonderful people who make life special and understand completely how dotty I am about my moggies, The best ‘present’ I shall have when I wake up on my birthday is a cuddle and purr from my beloved Little Dumpty Roo!
A Morning Kiss
A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.
Janet F Faure
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