Wednesday, 1 August 2007

I might be depressed

It's been very strange here lately. Olivka or El Scrawnio, ok ok, so her name is Olive, has disappeared. I last saw her on Sunday morning when they bundled her into the Basket of Death and whisked her off down the stairs. I sat about for a while, cleaned my paws, ate a biscuit and stretched, the usual Sunday morning routine. (Actually that's my any day routine.)

Some hours later, they returned. The Basket of Death was empty. I expected her to jump out, hiss at me, sulk, give me one of her meanest stares, but nothing. I sniffed round the basket, I looked inside it and behind it, in case she was hiding and in a moment of irrationality thought I'd fancy a game. (Note: I call it the Basket of Death because Olive told me a cat who lived here before, often went out in it and then one day never came back. And it smells of The V-E-T.)

Then I noticed it. They were crying. That other one came to visit and she was making similar sounds. They all kept trying to cuddle me and surely they know I only like one, or at most two, therapeutic cuddles a day.

Since then, still no sign of Olive my old friend (ahem..) and a strange atmosphere has descended. For example, I am allowed to sleep on the bed ALL NIGHT. I am encouraged to walk up the top end of the bed and maybe even sit down. I don't sit down of course, she might be hiding somewhere and that's her bed area. There is alot of food and treats and only I am here to eat it.

Looking back on it, she made some odd noises on Saturday and she was lying about on the floor. I sat on my armchair and tried to look serine. In fact, she left some small 'presents' on the carpet and who did they blame? ME! For once, I was innocent. Oh happy days.

This is most odd. It has its high points such as the food and the bed, but I actually quite liked the old kit. Who is here for me to offer my friendly, horizontal paw pat to? (Not to be confused with an aggressive whack from the front paws.) Who can I chase down the stairs? Who will sit with me when I go outside? And who am I going to ignore?

3 comments:

Louise said...

Dear Sasha,

I am very interested in finding out if there is now a vacancy on your balcony or a spare cat bowl? Would it be possible to let me know?

love,

A Not So Fat Cat

Sasha said...

Dear A Not So Fat Cat

Do you think you are eating enough? I now have five bowls including one for water, water I don't drink. You would be very welcome to swing by and say hello to me, ( I will ignore you,) but my balcony can only stand a certain load. We have flowers on it, a small pile of old fur ball and then it has to accommodate me and my beauty parlour. So, all in all, no I don't think I have room. Bribery is another option, but I'll leave that to you.

Love from Sasha.

PS Do you believe in ghosts? I'm sure that Olivka just tweaked my tail.

Louise said...

Dear Sasha,

You are very generous but I am a little scared of heights so perhaps the balcony would not be ideal. I could bribe you with some ham, if that would suit you?

lots of love,

A Not So Fat Cat