Hi Diddly Dee, an Actor's Life for Me
"Those who agree with us may not be right, but we admire their astuteness."
Cullen Hightower
As some of you may know, I have two cats (George and Martha - a prize to anyone who correctly identifies the origin of their names...) They're very gorgeous and keep me sane, listen to my rants when no-one else will and, most importantly, love me completely unconditionally. However, much as I love them, it has to be said that they're not really doing the job of guarding the flat terribly well. Over the past few months, there has been a big black cat popping in and out of the catflap. He's very beautiful but when he comes in, steals their food (which is frickin' expensive, might I add - they eat better than I do, half the time!) and then buggers off without even a hello, I get a mite pissed off. Well tonight, he really took the biscuit. I arrived home after work (well, all right, after coming back from work via Oxford Street, but that's by-the-by), having left the lights on this morning (oops), to see said large black cat sitting very comfortably on my sofa, thank you very much. I stared through the window in shock...he stared back...I stared some more...he stared back some more - no remorse or thoughts of 'oh shit, she's home, I really ought to bugger off now', just quite comfortably settled on my (cream) sofa. He didn't make a move until I started to unlock the door, at which point he disappeared too quickly for me even to give him a boot up the backside, cheeky beggar! Now, the thing is that I'm not absolutely averse to adopting another cat (or having a cat adopt me, which is the actual way of things, generally). I just don't really want a moody teenager who never speaks to me and only turns up at mealtimes. Still, he appears to be becoming braver so maybe he'll actually introduce himself properly one day - we live in hope. Until then, it's a battle of wills and if he happens to appear when I have a bucket of water handy he may well end up wet...
I t'ought I taw a puddy tat...
2.2.05 20:25
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(2.2.05 21:06) I know that George Washington's wife was called Martha, but I suspect that it's probably something funkier than that. |
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(2.2.05 21:14) In a kind of twisted way that is it, but it's not exactly... Cryptic? Moi? |
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(3.2.05 11:26) What do your two little hippos do when this large black cat is sleeping on your sofa? |
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(3.2.05 11:51) Go and hide on the bed in the spare room. Wousses... Like I said, they're not too clever as guard-cats! |
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(3.2.05 14:54) My two used to do that as well - run and hide whenever there was an intruder. Never had one make itself comfy on my sofa though, that would make me really mad! |
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(3.2.05 14:58) If I'm there then George will growl, but otherwise they're just useless. Marf used to be quite tough, despite her tiny, frail appearance, but she appears to have gone soft in her old age. Sheesh. |
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(4.2.05 22:38) I loved having a cat-flap (ooer). it was funny coming across strange cats in the flat (usually in the middle of the night on the way to the bathroom)and their reaction on being caught out. |
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(4.2.05 23:38) Wow, naming your cats after the protagonists in "Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf" is the pinnacle of luvvieness! Do they fight that much? Or are you just a fan of Burton and Taylor? Can I have my prize now? Can I, can I? |
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(7.2.05 10:45) Well done, Tristan! They don't fight as much as they used to, but when they do the fur really flies... It's my favourite play ever and I'm just dying to be old enough to play Martha - absolute peach of a role! Erm...prizes... *looks shifty* *whispers* I don't actually have any to give. Will a cup of tea and a biscuit do?! BettyB - it is very amusing watching the intruders panic and lose their way back to the catflap. And cats are supposed to be elegant... |
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(7.2.05 22:03) As long as it's Earl Grey and a chocolate Bath Oliver. ;-) Did you see the wonderful production a few years ago with Diana Rigg and David Suchet? Blisteringly good. |
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(7.2.05 22:16) No, I missed it - I was absolutely desolated. And do you really think I'd fob you off with builders tea and a digestive?! Oh no, my dear - none of that rubbish here! |
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amillionpieces / Website (11.6.06 00:37) Sooo? Does he still come visit? xx |
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