The Saga Continues (Part 3)

Today was my third ‘moggiversary.’ It has been three years since I graced Tom Cat Towers with my regal presence. During that time I have had to implement a very strict training regime to ensure that my new human met my very stringent high standards which are required to service my every need.

Needless to say I did not partake in the cat food from the tin in order to show her that this meagre gesture simply was not extravagant enough to impress me. I do deserve more. Gingie-crew fell upon the cat meat as if they were starving feral cats when it was slopped out into a bowl and placed on the floor for them. I almost thought that they were about to lick the glaze off the plate!

Three years. I remember the day when I first interviewed Maid. I’d had a bit of a sad start to life. I lived with my brother from the same litter and a human who I loved. Sadly both of them died within a very short time and I was left all alone in the world. A friend of my human kindly took me in and cared for me. But he wasn’t really a cat person so I spent most of the day hiding behind a sofa feeling very depressed and hoping for a human to love me and some proper up-market pedigree cat company to amuse me again. I didn’t realise how much lower I was about to sink in life.

On 22 July 2007 I was hiding as usual, when there was a knock at the door. I heard voices and snuggled tighter into my hiding place. After a while the hand that fed me pulled me from my hiding place and carried me into the room where I was handed over to a female human (I now know as Maid) who I generously allowed to cuddle me for a brief moment before I wriggled free and took up residence behind the sofa to consider if she was worthy of my employment. I was a thin little thing with knots in my fur but it felt so nice being tenderly stroked and told how beautiful I was even if I was being a wriggly worm! Maid was the only human I interviewed, the only one who actually came for an interview to be honest, and whilst I could see that it was going to be a real struggle training her to meet all my whims which demand 24 hour attention, I could see possibilities in her whilst I await the call to my rightful residence at a Royal Palace as befits a royal pedigree.

I agreed that I would employ Maid on a trial basis. I had a cheap collar with glittery bits put on my neck. It had a disc with my new name on it; 'Little Dumpty Roo'. I was packed into a travel basket we went off to start my new life at Tom Cat Towers

I spent the first three weeks under a Welsh dresser as I assessed my new residence and staff. I was being a bit of a diva! I could not be tempted to eat. When I eventually did, my sensitive tummy would react quite badly to some cat food. Maid took me to the vet, the first time I was introduced to my heartthrob; Saint Ben of Park Street Surgery in Stafford. He found that two of my molars had rotted down into my gums, painfully exposing nerves, which explained my lack of appetite.

After Saint Ben had removed them I discovered my passion for food. I just love kibbles. I cannot keep my nose out of them!! Now I’ve got something I didn’t arrive with; a pudgy tummy and a glossy coat which suits me!

Maid’s version!

Three years since I brought my beautiful, but very sad and frightened girl with ‘issues’ here to live with me. I have never for a second regretted my decision to have her. When she gazed at me with her doleful blue eyes I fell absolutely, instantly in love with her, she broke my heart. There was no hesitation, I took her away with me there and then so that I could love her and give her a life where she would be loved, spoiled and indulged as she so clearly needed.

In the time she has been with me here at Tom Cat Towers she has come on in leaps and bounds. From a cat who spent the first three weeks under a cabinet, worried blue eyes anxiously peering out, coming out during the night when no-one was around to find food in the kitchen before scurrying back to her sanctuary under the cabinet, a cat who didn’t know how to accept treats when offered to her, and who would shake with fear if there was a knock on the door, she has become a very beautiful and a more confident cat. She can still be quite skitty when strangers arrive, or knocks and bangs disturb her peace. She will seek peace and quiet behind the bed in the back room for a couple of hours a day before rejoining the household, I call this her ‘daily nervous breakdown time’. However she has ruled the household by stealth. I now can see that very cleverly she has managed to make herself the centre of the universe, her every whim and fancy catered to.

Basically I am begrudgingly regarded as staff by Madam! I don’t mind, she is just so loving (when she wants to be!) that I could not fail to love her and want to make her a happy-cat. There is no way she is a baby substitute, and she certainly wouldn’t allow anyone to ‘baby’ her, she is the boss and we are all made quite aware of this fact! I am here to service her every need and woe betide me when I fail, she soon lets me know when I’ve failed to achieve her quality standards and efficiency.

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