Heaven knows I try to behave as a gentleman of my vintage should.
I’m polite most of the time. I treat other cats with respect unless, of course, they walk in my backyard. I don’t bite people (not since the postman made an official complaint) and I have patience with young ones.
But some disturbing news today. Looks like my patience, forbearance and self control will be sorely tested this month.
The woman’s granddaughter is off on a trip for a fortnight and guess who will be kitten-sitting?
It’s fine and dandy for the woman to make such a magnanimous offer but who will be doing all the work? Who will have their privacy invaded? Their crockery sniffed? Their naps disturbed?
I refuse point blank to share the bathroom facilities.
I suppose I will have to contribute to their education as well.
Kittens are pests!