cul's comfy corner

now the boy is back, he's being very vocal.

he's such a funny thing.  he drinks out of the toilet, sleeps on his back and snores like my dad.

when i came in from work tonight, he was fast asleep on top of a parcel, his paws covering his face and snoring really loudly.  i guess he's glad to be home too.

now that the relief has set in, his punishment for disappearing can begin.  i'm going with grounding him for a week with no pocket money or tv.  that'll teach him. 

i woke up this morning to see ant yawn and roll out of my office sleepily. if i could have turned cartwheels right there on the landing, i would.

unfortunately, the very first thing he did was come in and clobber his brother who is now feeling very annoyed that he came back and is, understandably, a bit grumpy.

ant is very soft and well fed so it seems he has found someone else to feed him all that time.  

what a naughty boy!

i'm *so* glad he's home.

still no pussy cat.  dec is freaking out now.  he's crying all the time and very clingy.  it's so depressing.

i made some posters during the night when i couldn't sleep.  i'm going to copy them tomorrow and pin them out and post some through doors at the weekend in the hope that someone's seen him.

my cats really love me or they've done something remarkably naughty.  i'm just off to investigate...

fuck.  well, if you're gonna be sick, i really can't think of a better place than climbing onto the windowsill (where you're not allowed) and puking in the window, all over the back of the tv, amp, video and playstation.  yummy. 

when i arrived home from work this evening i was desperate for the loo.  i ran upstairs and managed to make it just in time you'll be glad to hear.  no sooner had i connected with the seat, i heard the most ungodly catterwalling coming from downstairs.  the cats were scrapping and doing that 'come and feed us now!' noise that usually works very well.

i stopped what i was doing *cough* and poked my head over the bannister.  'what are you two doing?' i yelled downstairs. 

dec was mid-slide across the hall floor and ant was sniggering with his paw stretched out way in front of him. 'nothing', they replied. 

i returned to the job in hand when i heard another crash, bang and wallop downstairs.  'oy!  behave, now or you're grounded', i yelled before managing to sort myself out and start down the stairs. 

as i reached the bottom stair, dec was mid-flight off the cd shelving and ant was inside my school bag pretending not to look like he was scrabbling about.  no sooner had they seen me, they both flopped to the floor and gave exaggerated yawns and started whistling, still avoiding eye contact.

hours later, i sat in the living room watching my 30 minutes of tv for the day when dec came over and forced himself onto my lap for cuddles and dribbles.  too tired to fight his advances, i allowed him onto my lap and put my hand out to stroke him when WHOOOOMPH! he was off accross the room, hurtling into a bookcase, flipping onto his back with a paw behind the playstation trunk, flipping something into the air, chasing it behind the tv and with a final flick of his paw, tossing a baby mouse up in the air and into his mouth before rushing outside.  

ant yawned, 'so that's where he left it' before rolling over and dozing off.