I’m doing a spot
of cat-sitting for a friend over the next few days.
For me, this
isn’t a chore. I spend most of my life attracting feline attention (mostly
intentionally), so a little extra time with another member of the species is always welcome.
In this instance,
they’re a pair of sisters, with two of the grumpiest faces that you’ve ever
seen.
They remind me of
gremlins, but in a good way. They’re very sweet, if a little menacing, as they
silently pad their way around my friend’s flat.
For some reason,
one of them always leads me to the bathroom. She climbs on top of the toilet
and looks at me expectantly, as if I’m stupid for not knowing exactly what
she wants. I’ve tried turning on the tap next to it, though this usually
provokes little response.
If she is a Gremlin, then I’m playing with
fire. I know what happens when they come into contact with
water; I've seen the films.
