The cat house

I know the phrase is 'the dog house' but in our household, for obvious reasons, serious misdemeanours result in the occupation of the 'cat house' :o)

Ditto is currently in residence having run riot for the day yesterday!!

It is horribly apparent that with the onset of warmer weather she has made a decision to hone her hunting skills! On four occasions during the day I had cause to rescue a small rodent from the clutches of her jaws. On each occasion she proudly arrived 'post haste' through the door, tail and head held high with pride to present me with her 'gift'!! Gift my foot. To her utter annoyance and chagrin a swift shake and adept prising of her jaws apart released the terrified, squealing rodent to hide under the furniture!

We then have a race to see if she can catch it again before I can, I'm pleased to say that on each occasion I won, the poor little things where inspected for injury to the best of my ability and released back into their field, hopefully not too much the worse for wear.

Not content with her day’s activity the night bought more misbehaviour. This tiny cat that must always sleep in the same position at the foot of our bed and who without fail arrives home for her tea at 21.30 hrs was still missing by midnight. I 'do' worrying..... One of the local toms has a particular dislike for her and has battered her intermittently quite badly, and so began the hunt by torchlight for her.

Two grown adults ferreting among the shrubbery, shaking various boxes of favourite food and calling daft pet names into the darkness...to no avail. By 2 o'clock she was still absent, 'Mr gemmak' was fast losing patience and the heavens had opened, the search was called off.

By 3 o'clock, having checked she wasn't at the door probably more than 100 times and 'himself' in bed I set off on another search in the rain, by this time the torch was no more. My dislike of the complete darkness in the countryside got the better of me within 15 minutes and convinced now that she had met some dreadful end I went home to bed. Of course I didn't sleep and after some careful manipulation managed to get 'Mr'to go on yet another cat hunt against all common sense and protestations!

Half an hour later, miffed and wet he returned still Ditto-less

We went back to bed.....within 10 minutes a familiar scratching was apparent at the door...in she sauntered, not a care in the world, checked out everything was still in order and settled down in her spot on the bed!!!!!!

Grrrrrrrrr ....why do I worry????