Monday, October 23, 2006

All hail the Lord of the House

Meet Mr Furpants, Bringer of Mouses, Raiser of Hell and all-round demanding moggy.

Mr Furpants has a thing about height. For some reason, he doesn't like to do anything at all on the floor if he can help it. He even eats from the laundry bench. At the moment, he is obsessed with the lefthand corner of my desk. Why? No idea. I can only guess that he thinks if he sits there, he'll be the centre of attention. Plus, the desk is higher than the futon behind me, where he has a perfectly nice blankie. That pile of junk he's nesting on is made up of some paperwork, a notebook, a Writers' Centre newsletter, a watercolour pad, a framed picture (with glass) and a mobile phone catalogue. Comfy, yeah? Cats, man.

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8 Comments:

At 7:46 pm, October 23, 2006, Blogger Ms Smack said...

He's beautiful!!

I read something somewhere that if cats are the same height as you in your daily activities, especially sleeping, they consider themselves equal to you.

:)

 
At 7:50 pm, October 23, 2006, Blogger redcap said...

Oh, yes, Monsieur Furpants certainly considers himself our equal, if not our better :)

 
At 1:53 pm, October 24, 2006, Blogger Steph said...

My mums cat always sleeps on my shoes when i go visit her.
They're not comfy joggers or slippers. I'm talking spikey stilletos.
Weird.

 
At 12:49 pm, October 25, 2006, Blogger Mex said...

our burmese used to sit on our shoulders as we went about the house. apparently its particular to the breed.

 
At 2:49 pm, October 25, 2006, Blogger world champ stephen neal said...

Redcap, are you in the market for a rock-hard World Champ?

 
At 5:22 pm, October 25, 2006, Blogger redcap said...

Actually, no, Champ, I'm not. But thanks for asking.

 
At 2:45 pm, October 27, 2006, Blogger PetStarr said...

Oh no... HHH is dangerously close to turning into a mog-blog... watch out, sister!

PS: dogs rule.

 
At 8:52 pm, October 27, 2006, Blogger redcap said...

Aw come on, Petstarr - one mog pic and one complaint about bits of mouse guts on the doormat doth not a mog-blog make.

And yes, we all know you prefer dogs. Don't you remember one of your sister's spaniels tried to share my sleeping bag?

 

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