There is a battle going on in my house. We are fighting finger nail and claw for rights to the use of my sewing room chair. Confused??? Try living here!
Jess has the insane idea that my sewing room chair – which is super comfy I might add – is only there for his use. While he will let me sit on it to sew I may only sit on the front section as there is no way he will move so I can rest my back again the “back rest”.
Having kicked him off the chair once again, ironed his cushion (can you tell I’m a big pushover?) in the hope he might lie on a nice warm cushion I started sewing the binding on the Home Circle Quilt.
I should have known. Two minutes later Jess decided it was his quilt and he was going to be comfortable.
He seems to feel that I only make quilts for him and that they aren’t really mine.
When I went to move him so I could turn the quilt – he bit me!!! I blame Elise. She spoils him rotten. If he is lying on her and she moves – he will put out a paw and hit her (no claws) to remind her she is boss. If she really moves he will bite – gently – but she gets the message and goes back to the original postion. Now I ask you is that a spoilt cat or what???
As a result he feels he can get away with just about anything – although he doesn’t like the consequences of being caught on the kitchen benches.
Finally he moved – only to sit as close as he could ignoring me. Can you see the outrage in that back bone – fancy having to sit on a cold hard table. Unbelievable!!!!!!!!!
No more than 5 minutes after I had vacated the chair and left the sewing room he was back!!!
The battle continues.
The above spoilt cat has just sat idly watching four humans (Elise, Nicola, James and I) and a dog (Ajax) madly race around first Nicola’s bedroom, then Elise’s, chasing a mouse which The Black Furry One decided he really needed to bring inside. I’m not sure who was more terrified – the mouse or us. Ajax had a ball, the girls did heaps of screaming. James offered to squish the mouse with a croquet mallet (I dread to think who he would have hit instead of the mouse) and I supervised from the door way……hehehehe. Finally the mouse was found (after the entire contents that hide under Elise’s bed were revealed) dead on the floor under the dressing table. I think the poor thing died of a heart attack in the end. Needless to say Jess is not in the good books and he need not think he is sitting on my knee as I type this…..I’m not that big a pushover.
The children are now watching the movie “Ratatouille” – you know the Disney one about the rat that cooks. Ewwwww – a little too soon after chasing that mouse for me.