Monday, 4 June 2007

The truth has to be told...

Thanks for the lovely comments about my pest of a cat but I’m afraid the truth has to be told. He isn’t the sweet furry little number he appears to be in photos. I’ll forgive him the bits of chewed blue tits left on the washing basket lid. I’m used to mouse guts squidged behind the kitchen door. I calmed down quickly when the live magpie he bought into the kitchen wrecked my show daffodils. I didn’t make a fuss when the smell in the shoe rack turned out to be a badly mauled mouse that had crawled in there to die. I know he is a cat and likely to do these things.

What I can’t accept is that he bullies small children. When brave, bold, cat confident children arrive he runs for cover under the bed or he sits scowling up the apple tree, but two of my grandchildren are timid around animals.

Then the brave garden tiger finds them irresistible. As soon as they arrive he starts some serious intimidation, rubbing round their legs, walking across their toys, sitting on their books, all the time purring aggressively. The more they stiffen with fright, the more he smirks and enjoys himself. They stand still with their little hands in the air and he purrs and winds round them in an intimidatingly friendly manner.

Even the older, bolder granddaughter, eyeing him cautiously, remarked,

“It’s lucky he hasn’t learned to eat people yet.”

I’m not so sure. I’m certainly keeping an eye on him when the little ones are at our house.

12 comments:

toady said...

Sounds just like our old tom cat Winston. He was as black as the devil and had the personality to match. But I loved him.

lampworkbeader said...

I love the Garden Tiger too, but usually when I am wearing strong gloves.

JacquiMcR said...

Your blog made me smile because my aunts cat was exactly the same. Whilst most of the time it stayed away from people, whenever my other aunt was visit(who was terrified of cats) he would rub himself against her and try to walk across her lap.

I am at present considering getting a cat in a bid to help with my mouse phobia. It is still under discussion.

Take care - Jacquix

Suffolkmum said...

Your cat and mine are clearly twins separated at birth (mine's a she-devil).

ChrisH said...

That's a lovely comment from your grandaughter!

The Country Craft Angel said...

Our next door have a cat just like that! He had the robin on our courtyard last week. Our old cat who died last year wasn't much better. But she wasn't temperamental.

I think it must be the male species!

warm wishes

Pondside said...

I love the comment from your grand daughter! Isn't it funny how some cats are cuddlers and some are just like cranky old guys?

sally's chateau said...

My Aunts cat was exactly the same too, I was petrified of the animal.

snailbeachshepherdess said...

We have an absolute swine of a cat called Dudley... But i love him ..better blog about him I think!

Pondside said...

Just wanted you to know that I got Diary of an Ordinary Woman this morning and have been reading it every minute. Just the thing for me right now. I'm looking forward to the discussion!

Pipany said...

That looks just like our very own cat-from-Hell (otherwise misleadingly known as Tiger-Lily). I have to say that I have feelings akin to loathing whenever she is around due to her determination to wreck our home! Hey ho! x

countrymousie said...

I love the comment from your granddaughter - how worrying!!We have three huge overfed cats here and still they must get my bluetits and robins - drives me up the wall.