Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Cat Burglar


My house is a total mess and it is all Mrs PM’s fault.

Ever since we moved into our current house, she has had plans to shape it into her ideal home. In the past few years it has become a total money pit, sucking all of my available cash, cash that I would and perhaps should have spent on essentials such as holidays, books, gadgets, CDs etc.

At first I agreed with her totally because our house was initially a mess. Our bedroom was so dark it looked like the bat cave; the walls were dark avocado green and the previous occupants had replaced all bulbs with the lowest wattage possible. Our lounge was straight out of the 70’s with cladding on the wall and the rest of the house was rather strangely decorated. The carpets were about twenty years old and the previous carpets had been used as underlay. Every room was covered in woodchip glued to even older wallpaper underneath and repainted numerous times.

Now after some building work and lots of cash we have had a new kitchen, knocked down a wall, replastered almost everywhere, had a new bathroom, new front door, new doors throughout the house and redecorated almost everything.

We have spent a fortune.

Finally we are in the midst of having the hall, stairs and landing replastered, having had the last of the woodchip removed (along with half the wall). We are currently waiting for the plaster to dry so that we can paint and decorate and get a new carpet.

There is dust everywhere, particularly on the cats who are spreading it throughout the house.

All of this upheaval is not a great thing for our new cat, Liquorice. She is still at odds with the other cats and, driven outside by a strange man plastering our house, and has met next door’s dog, with disastrous consequences resulting in yet more of my hard earned cash being handed over to the vet.

The good news is that she is absolutely fine but is ever so slightly nervous and has taken out her frustration on my hand and other body parts. How dare the vet inject her with anti-inflammatory medication and antibiotics. How dare the vet give her worming tablets, take her temperature and administer flea repellent.

Somebody had to pay – me!

Handing over money to the vet in full view of the cat was a mistake because she now definitely blames me for everything. She started her revenge by pissing in my car on the way back from the vet and then scratching me when I offered her food.

“Why stop there?” she thought. “I will scare the living daylights out of him.”

“How can she do that?” I hear you cry.

Let me explain.

She can jump, that’s how.

When we first moved into our house and acquired the other two cats, Jasper and Poppy, we had to get the burglar alarm serviced and adjusted to cope with the furtive movements of our felines. And it has been fine, with one or two exceptions.

Sadly Liquorice is a jumper who prefers to sleep in high places, like the top of our wardrobe, the top of the kitchen units, bookshelves and anywhere above head height.

The burglar alarm isn’t used to this and has expressed its wrath several times – all of them in the middle of the night.

The first time it happened, I awoke in a state of dumbfounded shock and ran out of the bedroom screaming and waving my fists in the air like a demented boxer. It was an instinctive reaction; it was a courageous reaction; it was a bloody stupid reaction.

What on Earth was I thinking? I might have encountered a mad axe-wielding maniac.

If I had been awake when the alarm had gone off I would have peered outside the bedroom door, prepared to barricade myself in the bedroom and call the police.

Sadly, because I was deep in slumber I ran out of the room with thinking of the consequences, armed only with my scary hair, a weird aggressive posture that resembled a mad orang-utan defending his banana and a torrent of gibberish being hurled out of my mouth aimed in no general direction.

And of course, because the hall stairs and landing are being decorated, I pelted out barefoot on decrepit floorboards full of splinter and plaster dust. Thankfully, Liquorice hadn’t the presence of mind to leave a deposit outside the door – but she could have.

There was of course no burglar – just a sniggering cat.

She got me four times that night and three times the following night.

Our neighbours hate us. Our neighbour’s dog hates us (which I’m not too bothered about – and neither is Liquorice).

The last time it happened I was genuinely angry.

I raced down the stairs.

WILL YOU STOP SETTING OFF THE EFFING ALARM YOU LITTLE BASKET (bad words replaced for those easily offended).

If there had been a burglar there he might actually have fled, such was my wrath.

Mrs PM has come to the rescue and reprogrammed the burglar alarm. Unfortunately she has actually forgotten the new settings and set it off herself a couple of times.

But now, thankfully all is peaceful again. Liquorice has forgiven me and I have forgiven her. We are mates again and she is only biting me when I deserve it.

I haven’t told her that she has an appointment with the vet next week for her annual jabs.

It’s OK – I’ll tell her it's Mrs PM's fault.

12 comments:

The Elephant's Child said...

Snickering in recognition. All our cats prefer high places, so we have opted out of the burglar alarm.

In addition, generations of cats have done things in the car which neccesitated opening the windows - which of course we cannot while they are in it. And punished us for trips to the vet.

You are not alone. And our house is a money pit too.

River said...

Awww! Look at the cute little cat burglar. How can you not forgive her?

The Plastic Mancunian said...

Hi EC,

Our big fat cat is too lazy for high places - the other two like them though.

I guess everybody who owns a house owns a money pit.

:0)

Cheers

PM

The Plastic Mancunian said...

Hi River,

Of course I forgave her ...

:0)

Cheers

PM

Anji said...

You'll be so pleased when Liquorice surprises a real burglar by landing on them from a great height.

Enjoy the peace - while it lasts.

The Plastic Mancunian said...

Hi Anji,

As long as she has her teeth and claws out (like she does with me).

:0)

Cheers

PM

cat hater (drb) said...

What did you do to the cat to deserve the biting and scratching? Also, please enlighten us what joy do cats bring you so much so you put up with the scratchingand biting? Thanks

The Plastic Mancunian said...

Hi drb,

Liquorice came from a family that had two young girls and we suspect that she is "aggressive" because she had to defend herself against their grabbing hands. Now she is spooked by our cats and our encounter with the dog.

She is biting less - I reckon I have almost won her over.

:0)

Cheers

PM

Kath Lockett said...

Hah! ..... better still, get Mrs PM to take her to the vet!

drb said...

Sorry Mr PM,
I still can't see how a cat can bring joy. Please explain. For example, dogs can look friendly and eager to please whereas cats just scowl. Thanks!

The Plastic Mancunian said...

Bonjour Kath,

Tried that - I am the "bad guy" who captures the cats and I have to go with her otherwise she would panic.

Still - the cats know the truth.

:0)

Cheers

PM

The Plastic Mancunian said...

Hi drb,

Having a cat purring on your knee is said to relieve stress - and it does. Cats can be really cute and their antics are usually very funny - particularly when catnip is available.

Plus - you don't have to take them for a walk, they can go out themselves and you can get a neighbour to look after them in your own home while you are on holiday.

Plus - they don't stink (unless they pee in your bag).

Hope that helps.

:0)

Cheers

PM