My boat, my mooring, my rules
And the sooner Snowy understands that then the better off we'll all be. You see, he's taken to wandering around the place at all hours. In and out of the boat, up and down the mooring. He even has the temerity to eat my food when my back is turned. And what do the humans do? They 'ooh' and 'aah' at him like it's all just fine simply because he's still technically a kitten.
Well I won't stand for it.
Why only the other day I was forced to give him a short, sharp shock as he tried to scuttle away from me across the mooring. I caught him with a fierce couple of paws. A swift right hander to his lughole followed by a hefty left that sent him speeding back to the safety of the cottage in no time. That put his tail firmly betwixt his legs I can tell you.
Some days, especially if it's too hot, I tolerate his presence as that seems to please the humans and only cements my reputation as the most gorgeous one around here. But woe betide if he gets too close and if he ever gets on my bed again... I'll have him. The only other people I allow on there are Ange and Al and that's just because they feed me - A favour for a favour and all that.
And as for that Stella...
One of these days...