Dear Diary . . . (and fabulous readers)
I’ve learned a few life lessons this week. Not all of them useful in any major sort of way, but all of them are probably important in one form or another. Let me elaborate:
I’ve learned (yet again) that there are some adverts on the Television that make my skin crawl and infuriate me. This is the current one: (turn sound up a little so that you can enjoy it) …
That ⇑ TV advertisement drives me insane. And … it’s not just me. Mr. Cobs admitted today that he “. . . cannot abide this &*%£*)@ advert!” – as he dived across the room to grab the remote and turn on ‘mute’.
I’ve learned this week. . . that I really don’t much like my neighbours cat, Missy. She’s an antagonist of the first degree.
Alfie (aka Alf Capone) our HUGE great, black cat with a white diamond on his chest (looks like he’s wearing a tuxedo – in the style of James Bond) – is absolutely a lover, not a fighter.
Where-as Maisie Dotes, our teeny weeny, little wittle, butter wouldn’t melt, wide-eyed, elegant looking, princess tippy toes, DIVA – is an out-and-out fighter of huge proportions.
Two unknown cats visited our garden a couple of days ago, when both Alf and Maisie were in the conservatory. Alf looked up from his feed bowl (breakfast no. 4) looked at them both, then sat down by the window, with a very soft body pose, not bothered at all that these two intruders were in our garden. He was only interested in what the entertainment was going to be.
Where-as . . . Maisie … oh…. my … goodness!!! She had been fast asleep, but had obviously heard the hiss and spit which began at a low-level. So low that we couldn’t hear it, but she could. Her head spun around like a possessed thing. She glared out of the conservatory windows and took on an indignation like no other cat could have achieved with their posturing.
She was out of that bed, and at the door within seconds, demanding that she be let out. “Ohhh ho ho ho… not on your nelly Miss Maisie. You can fuss all you like, you are absolutely not going out there!” I told her.
“But … but …. they’re in our my garden!!!” She said, over her shoulder, but not taking her eyes off these two shocking, alien invaders.
Then …. a third cat appeared. Ohhh My Stars!!! This was the one which got Maisie scratching and banging her paws on the glass door, demanding that it be opened because she had to kill that cat!
This cat we knew. She was called Missy.
Missy lives in the cottage to the back of ours. In the next road along. She’s a brazen thing and cares nothing for boundaries or correct, polite behaviour. NOR does she care that we have a dog. Her belief is that our dog is fair game and she’ll take it on if it dares to challenge her.
One of the ‘new’ intruders had obviously come across Missy before, and when she appeared on the top of her owners shed, right at the bottom of their garden, the one intruder turned slowly, and made its way carefully along the fence and away from any trouble. Missy smirked.
The other cat obviously didn’t know Missy at all, for he, the daft thing, walked along the top of the fence and towards her.
Mr. Cobs and I were both now trying to talk to the cat and tell it to ‘RUN AWAY… RUN AWAY!!!” … but it either didn’t hear us, or it just decided that it felt he could take this stroppy individual on single-handedly.
There followed a long drawn out period of BIG hissing, spitting, and meeooaawwl growling, before I could take no more and walked to the conservatory door, and opened it and closed it again, fast and loudly. The intruder cat jumped down and ran off … but Missy … well she sat there and told me to “Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough!”.
After 5 minutes of everything being quiet, I finally opened the door and let Maisie out … thinking that Missy would have got bored by now and gone home. Nope. Wrong. Maisie jumped to the top of the fence and began a hunched over, “get ready, I’m going to box your brains out!” warning sound, and started moving REALLY fast down the fence.
… “Cobs! Cobs!!! come and get her she’s going for it!” Mr.Cobs had to rush out of the house, and grab her off the fence. Now … she didn’t take kindly to this. She didn’t want to come in.
He picked her up one-handed (she’s really very tiny, more like a kitten than a cat) – but she was having none of it. She shouted “Noooooooo” – and reached out with one paw and Velcro’d that paw to one of our big Pine trees.
Cobs Snr. tugged and tugged and couldn’t get her to let go of that tree. His left hand was around her tummy and body, so with his right hand he reached up and unhooked her claws from the tree – only for her to reach out her other paw and grab the tree with her claws on that paw. No one was going anywhere.
I glanced at Missy …. and I could actually see that cat smirking at our cats situation.
Mr.Cobs eventually won, and, despite her best efforts to make him let her go, Maisie was brought back into the house and the door was firmly shut behind her.
She was as mad as a box of frogs! She whined and moaned for England. Had it been a moaning contest, she would have won a Gold Medal.
So … although I learned that I don’t much like the neighbours cat, Missy, . . .
I also learned that I have more dedication to the safety of our little cat Maisie than she appears to have herself. Had there been a punch up – Maisie would have had her ears well and truly boxed by Missy, for Missy is a big, bold as brass, killer cat, with evil intent. She runs this neighbourhood with an iron paw!
Well … that’s pretty much the major lessons I’ve learned this week … oh … apart from … … why is it, when you’re having a great day and everything is going right … why does something – a letter, a phone call, someone or something …. always come along just to be the fly in the ointment? [insert grumpy face]. Yeah … I learnt that this week too.
Other than that … it’s been a truly grand week!
So … what have you learned this week? Do tell!
Thank you so much for coming and sharing a coffee with me. I love having your company. Wishing you a wonderful Friday and an even better Weekend!
The Art of Cobwebs 