Now I can honestly say that when Momma first returned home from looking after a number of Selkirk Rex this weekend I was a little miffed. It all started on Friday night when unceremoniously, I was dumped from a warm lap so that Momma could go and 'do her duty'. When she came home, I was a bit miffed because she smelled like boy cats. Oh no, not boy cats I thought, where is this going? But as she stripped down to her thermal undies I got me a whiff of lady cat on the leg of her trousers. I thought, oh yes, this one smells pretty! She smells all silvery and sweet and very very pure. Momma tells me her name is Mabel and that she is a dreamy little soul. I went for a nap and dreamed of this little piece of fluff sitting on my head.
These Selkirks must be big cats, they smell big. When Momma came home this morning I did HISS and GROWL at her. Seriously, I don't know what came over me? I have never in all my life GROWLED at Momma. She was taken aback, I could see it in her eyes, she was a little nervous of me for a second or two because I have never ever made this noise before to her. I felt really bad, but couldn't help it. After she showered and changed I was OK again and gave her lots of fuss in case she was thinking I didn't love her anymore and I also wasn't to be fed at tea time! In amongst all the smells today was one of my favourites, Roast Pork from a little Gloucestershire Old Spot. Sure was yummy. Had me a little piece of that in my dish. I always get a little piece if I am good and I think I must have deserved it as I didn't even YAWP! (told you I felt bad about the GROWLING)