Up or Down — The Toilet Seat Saga of 2024
We have just acquired, by deception, an abandoned cat. It is not our first.
As a result of a cat, the toilet seat issue has reared its ugly head again. And the result is unanimous. Women are no better than men.
Cats are very deceptive. And Italians. And wives. And women in general. A local Italian farmer, Donato, saw “arsehole” written across my forehead and offered me an ‘abandoned kitten’ that was sleeping under his stairwell.
“Arsehole” said “Yes, … OK”, when he heard it was black. Our previous cat was black and we loved him to death.
Donato’s wife would not have it in her house. So now we have it in our house. Only … Mowgli calls it home now. That’s his name, Mowgli … now. Which is another long story. We first called him Arabella. Then Eddie.
And yes, Arabella is a girl’s name. Eddie was only for 15 days.
Mowgli has taken control of the bed, my favourite chair in the TV room, and my desk, and he talks to me constantly. His favourite resting place is on my chest. He wakes me at around 2 am and again at 4 am because he is scared to go down the stairs alone in the dark.
