Yet another cat related one. With added parrot.
Just before X'mas, I had to work out in deepest Dorset. The person who put me up for the two weeks so happened to live on a farm with not just cats, but goats, dux, dogs, Galahs (which was nice as I had just come back from Oz), and a crazy green parakeet.

1. 6:30 in the morning, and I'm dozing in the true blackness of country night, rather than the orange glow of the sodium lamps of the city. Then the door is flung open with a clatter, to reveal Trouble the cat. Bleary eyed, I look at the cat, who by this time had jumped onto the bed, with the expression 'And you can get out of bed right now. This is kittybed time. And I will pat you on the head until you leave the relative comfort of the duvet.' She also had a habit of knowing when I went to sleep, and curling up on the bed as I was ready to jump in. Lights on, and I see a sleepy kitty look at me as if to say 'And you can turn that light off right now.'

Despite us fighting over bed rights, she was a lovely cat.

2. The parakeet on the other hand, was a completely different kettle of fish. Firstly, the daughter of the household mentioned that since he had not seen any nice female parakeets for some time, it was one frustrated birdy. Secondly, it would launch itself at me at every given opportunity. With the bars of the cage in the way, that was more comical than frightening. This was until they let it out for a bit of a fly round the kitchen. It then proceeded to launch itself at the centre of my forehead, with me screaming 'Holy Kitten Mother of Fuckmuffins!'. Of course, it was just taking the piss, and swerved round my head to the light fitting.

Every morning from then on in, it would glare at me and I would glare at it --- a shared hatred of each other cross species.

I prefered the cats and dogs.
(witty_ditty has made multiple miaows since, Wed 8 Jun 2005, 12:02, Reply)