Humphrey – update

What do you do with a filthy dirty cat who comes in and washes your kitchen floor for you?

No I don’t know either.

What a week we’ve had.  By Wednesday we’d abandoned all efforts to keep the kitchen floor dry.  It wasn’t his fault of course, the rain that we’ve had since last Sunday.

As I write this the sun is shining, which may give the garrden some respite.  It wasn’t just the wet that the cats brought in but the mud.

I’ve read a couple of books this week, both of which have had cats as characters.  Both cats as well as being characters in the book were characters.

Full of stubborness and guile.  One to avoid being put on a diet, the other simply to stay alive.

I suppose we all believe that our cats know what we’re saying to them.  And that we know what they’re replying.  Well neither Humphrey nor I needed interpreters this week.

I can’t remember which day it was, because the weather hasn’t helped me distinguish between the days, but one day Humphrey spent the day moving from one piece of furniture to another and adding a layer of dust.  Didn’t have the heart to turf him out but they won’t sit where you’ve put the covers will they?

At the moment he is downstairs sitting on a chair, fortunately minus any upholstery to dirty, having spent the night out in the border.  Bless.