Rojo enjoying the back garden
Young Rojo is in my bad books now. He has been trying the patience of the entire household for a while now, but I am ridiculously lenient with him and let him (literally) walk all over me.
Tonight he came in when Chas got home, jumped on top of me, stuck his nose in my ear while purring loudly and started padding at my face. As usual. And then I noticed… he was naked!
That’s right – no sign of the collar we bought him and, more importantly, no sign of the unbelievably expensive nametag and the magnet for operating the cat flap.
I’m not sure whether getting a replacement would be a wise investment because I don’t rate Rojo’s chances for much of a life expectancy at the moment. He has started showing a determination to get into our neighbour’s house through her window. That would be our neighbour with the dog. That would be Max; the gigantic white alsation who hates cats…  Even our senior, street-fighting serial killer cat steers clear of Max.
No Comments so far ↓
Like the collective mind of the Daily Mail, comments are closed.