Day 74 - Cats!

At 5.30am this morning Baggy was woken up; no make that, made to jump out of her skin, by a very loud high-pitched scream. She thought it was one of the grand-kids from either of the neighbour's houses. One of the not quite so great things about living in a mid-terrace timber-framed thatched house, the wattle-and-daub walls are really very thin. Then the scream turned into more of a weird growl/yowl and it occurred to Furry Mama that it was one of the cats. This was confirmed shortly afterwards when there was loud hissing. Baggy crawled out of bed. Clever Bird knew that it wouldn't be one of the cats having a pop at the other, so Psychic Ploppo was a little freaked out. She wondered whether it was the house ghost-cat. Although he usually only appears if Hinge and Bracket are downstairs. So, in Baggy's new scared-of-her-own-shadow way, she crept across the bedroom to switch the light on. (No bloggees, in the light of day the gang have absolutely no idea what Baggy thought she was going to walk in to). But she was terrified. Light on, Furry Mama realised that the now low rumbling sound, was emanating from Bracket. She was sitting behind the blind growling out of the window. Baggy looked hesitantly through the glass. Large cat staring back at her from the kitchen roof. Clearly wanting to come in out of the cold. Phew! Baggy went back to bed. The whining, screaming, growling and hissing continued for another fifteen minutes or so. Just as Baggy was managing to drift off back to sleep, there was another loud squeal and Bracket leapt over the end of Baggy's bed and landed on top of Baggy!

This afternoon Calum and The Domestic Goddess went window-shopping for a new sofa and chair. Wow it's hard work. Calum and Baggy have very different taste. Neither of them are (how can Clara put this politely?) exactly delicate flowers. But most of all, Clever Bird cannot stand the thought of spending hundreds of pounds on furniture that will be scratched to pieces by the cats within hours of it arriving in the house. Trouble is, the only furniture that Baggy and her husband agree on and which would suit our little old house, is not just hundreds of pounds, it's almost two thousand pounds! Add to the mix a very large German Shepherd who looks as though he's had a mud bath every time he is out of the house for more than a few minutes. Plus Grotty Groom who is usually covered in horse hair, straw, hay and the odd bit of poo. But factor in twice more, the cats destroying the furniture, and this is why (even if we did have two thousand pounds to chuck about) it remained just window-shopping. Ah well, we wouldn't be without the furries, so for now we'll struggle on with our ancient, shredded, filthy-dirty, highly uncomfortable sofa and chair...........