Thursday 5 November 2015

Gotcha Week - Reflections (2)

In our week of celebrations and reflections from the time Austin first came to reside at Chez Towers, our next repost is from 20th April 2008 and is entitled "It's Not Cricket".  I think it is safe to say that we were still in the "getting to know you" bit of our relationship! Things do improve .... eventually!


I have taken to wearing thick denim jeans and shin guards of late! He, who must be appeased, has devised a new game. It's called "screeching like a banshee and hurling fur, tooth and claw, onto the leg of innocent passing human, who's just minding her own business".  
I don’t know why he does it? It's not nice. It's not cricket. It hurts. I end up looking a bit like Quasimodo dragging his hunch back and misshapen leg around the Notre Dame! He thinks it's great fun and tries again from another angle - just to even out the damage I suppose. I put it down to too much protein in his diet, or possibly it's his TV viewing habits. He's gone off Fiona Bruce (BBC news reader). He's discovered Extreme Furballing on Sky Sports. So I have had to restrict his channel hopping activities to CBBC and CeeBees (or whatever it's called) by utilising the parental control facility. It will only last as long as it takes for him to work out that the pin number (that's personal identification number number, so why do we say it? It's tautological) is three digits from my mobile number plus one other taken at random from the telephone directory (have to be careful you know!). 
Austin is most likely to indulge in this antisocial behaviour when he's come in from his nightly rampage around the neighbourhood. So I have taken precautions when opening the door. Armed with a tea towel in one hand and brandishing a plastic water bottle in the other I approach with trepidation but proclaiming loudly that if one iota of my life blood is shed during this encounter then it's back to the car engine from whence he came:- 
Open door, he shoots in, I scream, he screams, I step back, he advances, I retreat into corner holding tea towel like some neophyte matador first time in the ring. He edges round me, I start whimperingHe loses interest, sticks his leg in the air and starts cleaning his fundament with contrived indifference. I'm a gibbering wreck! He's king of the castle. We move on ...... ..
 =^oo^=


tautology - the study of stretching.

=^oo^=

26 comments:

  1. The Big Thing here... You allow more than I do, and allow the Mews a LOT! LOL!

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  2. Wow, you trained your human right from the start, Austin!

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  3. hahaha even with no leg scratching the servant was defeated. Had one cat that used to think it was great fun to jump out and scratch any leg that passed by. He'd purr while he did it.

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  4. A cat's gotta establish who's boss, and it looks like Austin did an amazing job!

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  5. Whoa Austin what a kitty you are! YOU have all of mews and respect! Wow!

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  6. That reminds me so much of my mum's cat Figaro. He used to hide in the hedge and then leap out at passer by and claw their legs to shreds!
    Dip and Elliot x

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  7. Austin please remember that your Mum is the person who feeds you, and cuddles you - of course you do have to show your Mum that you are the neighbourhood bully now and again especially if a visit to the vet is required..!
    Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx

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  8. My human is glad I never went through that phase!

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  9. OMC, that is funny. I know not to you but it makes a great picture. Too bad you don't have a video of it all. Bad boy Austin. You had better watch your P's and Q's young man.

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  10. You had a wee bit of the feisty going on Austin!

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  11. so, Austin established the training quickly! MOL

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  12. MOL Mommy fostered a kitty what did dat once. And sis Lexi's bwofur Devon used to scale hers legs like a twee twunk when hims was small. MOL

    Luv ya'

    Dezi and Lexi

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  13. Wow, you showed her who was the boss since the beginning ! Purrs

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  14. dood....ewe had yur mum purrson traned rite frum de get go !!!!! AWESUM ~~~~ ♥♥♥

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  15. I am in awe of you Austin. You had your human trained in the blink of an eye.

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  16. Austin, this is hilarious! Kitties everywhere are cheering (sorry to your mum). Who knew you were such a tyrant? A true despot in your home!

    LOL on the word of the day too!

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  17. Another fun post. Thanks for sharing these oldies. As kittens most of us loved to climb the pants legs of our humans and send them screaming while trying to pull us off. MOL...good times! XOCK, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

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  18. Goodness Austin! I am impressed with Staff's articles of defense and her perseverance!

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  19. He that must have been fun. Again, I love standing in the middle of the hall and Cod forgive the first human who passes. I’ll grab that leg and chow down. Neither peep has dared to wear shorts since I moved in.

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  20. well, seriouslies, how's a kitty to sharpen his claws, after all?

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  21. Carolyn really?? Austin was THAT wild & naughty??? I had NO idea! So you must relate to what I have said about Siddhartha Henry!?!?! They ARE related....as Austin is such a sweetie now, I have HOPE for the 'littul Purrince'....lollll ((hugs)) Sherri-Ellen.

    Mee-you Unccle Austin you were so feerless an wild!! Mee iss carryin on inn yur paw stepss mew mew mew.....
    ***Hi-5'sss*** neffkitty Siddhartha Henry =^,.^=

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  22. Only a cat named Austin is good in training his peeps..MOL :D Pawkiss :) <3

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  23. *Snort* he ruled the roost from the beginning *giggle* MOL MOL

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  24. clearly Austin was in charge from the beginning...heh...heh

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