Well. Crikey. Has been a long time between posts. I wish I could say that my jet setting life style had forced me to abstain but, truth be told, I have done nought of note in recent months apart from getting an elderly cat (Gentleman Gus - more on him to follow), getting a new job (promotion - hurrah!), getting my ho ho ho on (Christmas - festive!) and starting volunteer work (Nanas - elderly!)
For this post I shall concentrate on my cat and Nana's, as both are crooked of hip, short of tooth, and have captured my cold, crone like heart.
Gus came into our lives when I decided that I'd like a companion for my Sunday night Come Dine With Me marathons. Simonski often works Sunday nights. I have a perfectly good lap to spare and thought a kitten might be ace. After trawling the net and various noble agencies, I found Gentleman Gus. At the ripe old age of 16 he is quite the Nana cat. He is very distinguished and enjoys the following:
- Sitting on my lap for hours on end, meowing pitifully when I am required to remove him for urination, food, or bed (mine, not his)
- Perving on me whilst I take my morning shower
- Hopping into the shower when I am done where he sits and contemplates the universe (and drinks my left over shower water - I think he is quite taken with my 'Bedhead' honey and oatmeal conditioner)
- Dining on the finest cat food money can buy, as well as upon salmon, chicken and other delights fed to him by Simonski (who is an absolute sucker for our furry friend)
- Waging his midnight campaign of terror which generally consists of him jumping on our bed (damn our open plan and almost doorless abode!) sitting on my head and attempting to drink from my water glass
- 'Teddy Time'. This - the strangest of his habits - is apparently something he's done since he was a young 'un. It consists of him grabbing his bear (a little yellow teddy he's had since kitten hood), 'giving it' to teddy, and meowing in a plaintive manner while he wanders about in circles. He never has Teddy Time in our presence . It is very private, and on the couple of occasions we have caught him in the act he simply drops Teddy and carries on as if nothing has happened.
I am not really a cat person. I've never really wanted a cat before. But Gus is such a weirdo that he's captured my heart. Like the Nana's have.
I said I would write of the Nana's in this post, but I have decided to keep you breathless with anticipation til my next instalment (soon!) Nana's to follow!
