Wednesday, 4 June 2008
All this cupboard clearing, preceded by a recent visitor, has upset Harry a bit; he has pulled his hair out now and again, and turned up the volume on his mobile yowler. He might look like a sturdy big bruiser, but he's a little tender worrying puss underneath. I have prescribed lots of TLC and carrying him round the house telling him all about what I'm doing and why. In this way, I'm practising to be an old lady who has long rambling conversations with her cats. He likes us to linger awhile by the cat food stocks; this possibly indicates that TLC should read TCL - Total Cupboard Love.
Posted by rachel at 18:41