Skimble in his usual cat on top of the bed mode
But what's this?
Ah yes, it could only be - Jess under the duvet!
For some reason Jess decided not to leap onto the top of the bed this morning, but to snuggle straight under the duvet instead. There she stayed, purring happily next to NAH's leg whilst we had breakfast. We think it harks back to her antics as a kitten. She would often climb up one arm of NAH's dressing gown, across the shoulder and down the other and nestle into the crook of his arm. Yes, this was whilst NAH was wearing it!
This time I've enlisted the power of Google to find the poem below - this one's particularly appropriate for Skimble's usual behaviour. As a quality alternative, TS Eliot also has something appropriate to say about cats here. A "good" dire cat poetry resource can be found here - some of them are by poets who should have known better. It shows we all can have off days I suppose.
--------------------------There’s A Cat In the Way-------------------------
There’s a lump of cat on the floor,
Her intention: Blocking the door;
If I don’t watch my step,
I will have a mishap -
I think my cat’s keeping score.
There’s a bump of cat in the hall;
Does she want to make me fall?
If I really do trip,
There’ll be no more catnip
For the cat with too much gall.
There’s a clump of cat in my chair;
Sit down? I’d better beware!
You would think it would leave
And provide a reprieve,
But that cat will never share!
There’s a hump of cat in my bed;
What else needs to be said?
Everywhere, there’s my cat -
Sprawled out like a mat;
I can’t seem to ever get ahead
Abrupt action from the cat just now:
She let out a pleading meow;
I’ll try a bribe of food -
Now, a cooperative mood!
I’m safe, for the time she’ll allow.