Ditto has a particular dislike for windy conditions, she will happily pad about in torrential rain if it seems to be her only option, she will tread carefully in snow, bask in the sun and tolerate freezing temperatures but wind...no way, forget it, you have more chance of platting fog than of ejecting small cat out into wind!
Any attempts to persuade her through the door results merely in her cowering on the doorstep with each gust, more persuasive techniques such as a gentle 'prod in the rear' with a slippered foot elicits a small growl and a rapid about turn! This behaviour would of course be acceptable if it were not for the fact that within five minutes she is back at the door howling for escape and necessitating a multitude of repeat performances.
eventually of course she gets the message, her little mind just takes it's time in realising that this is a state of affairs that is likely to persist at least for a few hours but settle she does not. Instead she becomes manic, one minute apparently resting quietly the next racing around the walls and requiring almost to be peeled off the ceiling. Her normal feline ability to judge space and distance desert her, nothing is safe as she bowls headlong into one thing or another creating small havoc.
There is of course her favorite pass-time during the oh so boring spells she is incarcerated due to the prevailing and most unsuitable weather conditions..... Ambushing poor Poppy!
Small cat waits with head down and bottom wriggling in anticipation of her quarry around every corner, she sneaks up on her, and pounces with monotonous regularity. She races towards her in her less well planned and over excited ambushes and at the moment she is about to engage her enemy, springs vertically in an impressive display of vectored thrust, landing squarely intop of her!
Poppy, it is no surprise to discover at 18 years of age, is just not up for this 'game' but surprisingly despite her lessening weight and ageing joints, in a most aggravated and intensely annoyed display, is still able to cuff Ditto smartly about the ear and attempt to sink her remaining tooth into the nearest offending 'Ditto part'.........Small cat in turn seems always most confused as to quite what she did wrong! After all, she reasons, is Poppy not there soley for her amusement when inclement conditions prevent her from 'playing out'?
Having been severely reprimanded for her carrying's on and having been removed from one innapropriate place or another and having incurred the 'wrath of Poppy' for her antics, she moves onto the indoor version of her most favoured outdoor pursuit.... a game of 'chase the tail'. Not her own tail of course but Poppy's, who has a rather unfortunate habit of losing track of quite where her own tail is. Invariably it is dangling somewhere that is just too utterly tempting for small cat and who cannot resist a little 'stalking the tail activity'. This game usually results in a little 'eating the tail activity' and of course more trouble ensues.
You will understand why then that Ditto is currently 'enjoying' half an hours time out.....shut in the bedrom alone!
Peace at last.
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