In the time that I have been absent from the blogosphere, an unwelcome thing has tried to take control. I'm not having any of it.
For the past year, we've had the occasional visitor in our garden. At first, I could tolerate him; they only came once a week, and usually avoided me. However, things have changed- for the worse.
Oh yes, this unwanted visitor then increased his number of visits to twice a week, then four or five times a week and now every single day. Who is this visitor, you ask? Well, I'll give you three clues. He doesn't belong within the regions of my property. He has four legs and whiskers. And he 'meows'.You got it- a cat has taken over my home.
I say home; well, he isn't really allowed in the house, thank paws. Despite that, has he been inside the house? Yes, on more than one occasion. Once, one of my humans was working in the office upstairs and heard a meow. He didn't think anything of it- until something furry brushed against his leg under the table...
The cat wears no collar. We have absolutely no idea whose cat he is. We've asked around the local neighbourhood but are yet to find the owner of this creature.
As this cat began to take over our residency, I'd thought that the humans would want him out; I mean, who wants a cat prowling around your garden when you have the most delightful dog you could wish for?
Sadly, I couldn't have been any more wrong. The humans are besotted by this cat. So much so that they've decided to call him Meow Meow as he makes that very noise continuously. Of course, I am anything but jealous of Meow Meow. But, when he sleeps on the human chair that I'm supposed to be sleeping on...Well, that's just out of order. And when my humans go outside to stroke him, instead of to let me out... Well, that's exactly how it should not be.
Admittedly, when Meow Meow started sleeping in the garden, I was slightly taken aback. Another pet, in my garden? Well, I've not had to deal with that since I lived with my previous humans, over five years ago! Meow Meow was very disrespectful towards me the first few weeks that he visited every day. He would hiss at me, and would even get his claws out on the odd occasion. But, did I play victim? Of course not. Never would I, a canine of a higher status that the Meow Meows of the world, cave from that pathetic behaviour. I definitely did not sprint across the garden, back into the house, every time the cat dared meow at me, nor did I jump up at my humans to save me from his poor attempts at scaring me. Certainly not...I must say, I have got used to Meow Meow's visits. In fact, I would even go as far to say that I enjoy them a teeny bit. Now that Meow Meow knows where he stands in the hierarchy of the household (Me, parakeets, pigeons, humans, woodlice, cats), he knows that fear is exactly what needs to be felt in my presence, so I try to give him a good ol' sniff every time I am unfortunate enough to come across him. Having said that, I don't anticipate idly allowing this cat to roam around my land. I continue to (attempt to) torment him, which is the least he should expect from a dog whose house clearly does not need another animal living in it...
Talk soon, Jasper x
