This is what greets me through the bedroom window most mornings. It's no wonder I'm a basket case. It's all part of his daily going-out-and-coming-in ritual. Go out conservatory window, come in bedroom window, go out utility room door, come in front door, go out bedroom window, come in conservatory door. By 8 a.m. I'm exhausted and ready for a few days in respite care. Oh and in case you're thinking "why doesn't she get a cat flap organised?" It has been tried!!!
On another note I have discovered that Austin has become hardcore - not sure what it is, but hear it used by the young things :) Anyway, forget catnip. It's for the kids. Austin has developed a craving for a certain fabric softener. Shall I name it? I could be sued? Oh well, never mind. It's called COMFORT. It's not even the normal one, but the concentrate! Shock, horror! So when his blanket is newly washed, he kind of goes all psychedelic. He sniffs it and rolls in it, purring loudly all the time and even cuddles it for crying out loud! Eventually he is overcome by euphoria......
.......... and has to rest his nose!
I ♥ my cat :>)
N.B. Perhaps the nice people that manufacture COMFORT will read this and give me (and Austin) a lifetime's supply :>)