The Fur is Flying!

There's an awful lot of fur flying around our house at the moment and it's not the result of our early morning rough and tumble rituals. Somehow our bodies know it's the time of year to be putting on a new coat. It certainly can't be because the weather is warming up, because it 'aint! Nevertheless, wherever we've spent an idle moment snoozing or even just sitting, we seem to be leaving tell-tale tufts of fur. White and grey for Millhouse and, of course, my own rather superior chic, black offering. Well, Mr. does his best with the sucking machine, which fills up with our furry deposits rather rapidly. Admittedly, it does seem to drift about unnoticed. I heard him grumpily remark that the wretched stuff had even got into the bathroom where we haven't been seen to venture for months!
While I'm on the subject of annoying the humans, Millhouse has taken to walking about on the kitchen worktops. He has developed a desire to become more involved with human activities in a culinary way which, I may say, is not welcomed by Mrs.; what with all his floating loose bits and all. He sits about up there watching cooking activities, staring out of the window, or glued to Coronation Street on the kitchen telly! Yes, he's already had innumerable finger waggings just as I thought he would. He responds with the usual, "What!?" look when reprimanded. Oh well, he's still young!
He's not in Mr's good books either this week having managed to drag a baby rabbit in through the flatcap last Wednesday night. No mean feat this as I recall from my own hunting days. You have to put it down outside, then climb in through the flap, stick your head back out and retrieve your prize with a certain amount of head wrenching. Anyway, when Mr. hobbled into the kitchen in the early morning, Millhouse was proudly posing in front of his catch but, to his obvious dismay, wasn't to get the admiring praise expected. This offering from feline to human was cleared away promptly with visible disgusted vigour. The unbridgeable gap in ethical values twixt the species being ever apparent. Millhouse still has much to learn! As far as I know, the only gift humans will accept from a cat is a heartfelt purr.


Herky