Moo is crazy. Yes our cat's called Moo, I know it doesn't make sense. Thing is since our move to the halfway house - namely the good lady's mum's house - the furry white nutcase has gone properly loopy.
Yes living with parents can be tough, but Moo has taken on the persona of an on the run crim ducking and diving for cover, paranoid at every sound and lurking in the shadows beneath the bed. It's like she's in a Western, holed up and awaiting a horrible, violent ambush. To give you a less sophisticated image - her buttocks must be permenantly clenched.
Now I'm no cat postier expert, despite the rumours, but it must be all this fear and live-every-second-like-it's-your-last behaviour that might be responsible for her tummy problems...I won't elaborate.
Needless to say it didn't smell nice...and now like a ninja-ous prowler she's sneaked onto the bed behind me and planted those buttocks on my pillow. Bugger.
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