The Fat Cat Shat on the Mat

Actually he vommed a hairball, but that didn’t rhyme.

His Lordship is getting a bit porky. I fear it’s through eating too much kitten food. Now that Andromeda has moved out of the toilet alcove, it’s hard to ensure that her food goes to her.

Thanks to a ridiculous design flaw, Her Ladyship has now taken up residence in my wardrobe. The wardrobe juts out about ten centimetres from the wall, but the floor of the wardrobe stops at the wall. This leaves a perfectly kitten-sized gap even when the doors are shut.

My shoes have already been evicted from the wardrobe floor to save them from accidents. Yesterday morning, the little bitch climbed up one of my skirts and balanced, hissing at me, on top of the hangers. Her Ladyship should know to respect another lady’s attire.

And there’s no way I’m going to start putting her kitten food in there for safety! No, the next eviction will not be my clothes but her. Tomorrow I’ll pop into K-Rauta and pick up a length of two by four to plug the gap. Hopefully some nice chappy at the shop will saw it to the right size.

Let’s see where she’ll go next…