Fleas

Becky - her that lives in the cottage - has recently had an operation. That meant that my pair were playing Florence Nightingale for most of the week and therefore I have been left to my own devices quite a lot. Which is ok I suppose, given the circumstances, after all; she did look after me when those two cleared off to Whitby. The problem is that the fleas are back and I've been bitten all to buggery by them and now I need some attention too.

I blame Snowy and Sooty of course (and the dog) as they are completely riddled with them. Oh yes, you can pass it all off on the hot weather etc etc but at the end of the day it's a clear cut case of good old fashioned feline hygiene and it's about time someone taught the two of them to wash behind their ears. And as for the dog...

Anyway, I overheard Ange ringing the vets this morning and making an appointment for me. And about-bloody-time too! I'll let you know how I get on but he had better be careful where he sticks that needle or he'll rue the day.

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Salmon

Ange and the lummox had salmon for tea last night. Fresh, tasty, juicy salmon fillets that were cooked to purrfection (see what I did there). You can imagine no doubt my excitement as they prepared the meal, expectantly waiting for a huge piece of the fish to be placed and exquisitely presented in my bowl.

Well...

It didn't happen. No, they sat and gorged themselves until they could barely stand whilst I sat on the roof giving them the cold shoulder until I could stand it no longer. I put my head through the pigeon box and gave them the meowing of a lifetime. This finally galvanised them into action. Well, Ange at least. The bearded idiot just continued to sit on his fat arse and laugh about how cute I looked. Of course I do, everybody knows that, I don't need that oaf to remind me! But Ange gave me some salmon. She brought it out to me whilst I waited and tapped my paw impatiently on the roof.

This put her in my good books (for now) but as for the lummox, I made his night a misery by hogging his side of the bed and taking as much of the quilt as I could. Next time fat boy bring me some salmon! Or better still, cook three pieces. You have been warned!

Salmon indeed!!!

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Sleep

I'm back!!!

Yes, Pixie Poo Poo is her old self and raring to go again. I've been rather poorly you see. I have an allergy to flea bites and for a start how dare they bite me! And I'm such a clean living cat that I can't for a moment imagine how I get them. Probably picked them up from Snowy and Sooty and the dog. Then of course this added to the heat we've been experiencing lately and voila! one poorly puddy tat.

But I'm ok now. The humans cossetted and molly-coddled me very well, especially Ange but even the bearded lummox did his bit too. I was given some drops on the back of my lovely neck which put the kibosh on the fleas and my diet has been altered whereby I only allow the food I need to be put out and not a whole packet of the stuff. This also has the added effect of stopping the dog from pinching it.

I now have a new favourite place to sleep, a lovely clothes basket in the bedroom. Why it wasn't set aside for me in the first place I don't know and woe betide them should they ever start to put clothes in it again. It's great though. I get my nightly snooze on the bed interspersed with my mooring patrols, then I have breakfast followed by my beauty sleep before hitting the basket for my mid morning nap, a spot of lunch followed by another quick patrol and then afternoon siesta. A quick kip in the evening after tea and then it starts all over again. it's a good routine and one that I enjoy immensely.

The humans are talking about cruising again - The navigation or some such - and thus my routine will be loudly interrupted. I take great offence to this because it is my boat when all's said and done but then, I suppose, if they're going to have a holiday then they're damn well going to take me with them.

TTFN

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