Can you see them? 
Scary!
Today I am focussing all my emotional energy on striving to achieve the dizziest heights of most strikingly ordinariness. The cats have already fallen into snore-laden sleep.
I’ll let you kno ho it goes, though it ont be anything special, so maybe I ont let you kno ho it goes. e’ll see if its orthy, after a bout of affly indecisveness of extremely ordinary proportions and hacking my mini-hammer on the wwwwww key.
“how are the cats settling in?”
Thankyou to everyone who inquired after the wellbeing of my darling fluffballs. I am happy to confirm that they have quickly adapted to this Wendy House and are exhibiting a full range of healthy fluff-ball-ee activities, most notable of which is the Monaco-ish, formula-1-ish speed and agility, dangerous-staircase dash.
Dangerous-staircase dash
Starts in the garden where Sampo cues-up Matrix by strutting backward and forward in front of her just out of paws reach. Next, Sampo runs for the front-door gathering sufficient speed to arrive before Matrix, maintaining sufficient control to take the entrance-hall-front-room 90 degrees doorway-bend. Occassionally Sampo misses the bend and ends up in the bathroom where she is cornered by Matrix and has clearly lost the chase. After several months of practice she has the hall-front-room doorway-bend almost fully mastered.
The subtle curve on the approach to the foot of the stairs occassionally causes loss of footing on the bare floorboards and is invariably accompanied by liberal doses of meowing from both teams. The main course-obstacle is the dangerous-staircase u-turn. The dangerous-staircase u-turn either involves a headlong crash into the front-room wall for those missjudging their momentum, or falling down the first couple of steps for those misjudging their paw-friction. Sampo tends to crash into the wall due to belly-induced-momentum, Matrix tends to slip on the steps. Once past the first few steps, if Sampo is still ahead of Matirx she’s pounces safely to the finish line on the first-floor landing and is ready to start the next round. Fresh water, views of local trees and birds are provided on the landing at the end of the course for the competing kitties.
The cats are regularly able and willing to practice this tricky F1 course on a daily basis often changing chaser-chasee roles and investigating route variations including the dinning room table top, sofa-bends and comfy chair corner.
Ringside tickets are available.
Corporate bookings and sponsorship considered.
On the 1hr drive to Reading from the Gatwick Animal Reception Centre Matrix rode gunshot purring, chatting and rubbing the journey away. Sampo silently hid under her food dish. Within an hour of being given free reign of the Wendy House Matrix had eaten, drunk, pooped, then snooped into every cat-sized orifice she could find. Meanwhile Sampo slurped a sack of water then watched the goings-on from the safety of under the dining room table before a tip-toe exploration.
Then. They both got on with the serious matter of snore-laden snoozing in front of the fake-real fire.
Pleasing the kitties was a primary influencer when selecting a new-old Wendy house. The main bedroom, conservatory and fake-real fire are already big-hits. Phew.
Tricky-test passed.
Now champagne and kebabs… Hoorah!
Today I’m catless, carless, surrounded by dissembled furniture and half packed suitcases.
Goodbye blubbing by me and soulful wailing by Sampo. Matrix looked her normal relaxed self.
Matrix and Sampo can’t join me in the UK until the last 4 months of their PETS passport process, 6 months quarantine, is finished. Today they moved to their US foster home.
I like to test the diverse effects of gravity in different countries and continents. normally with the help of a curb.
While walking home from the atmospheric, smoke-free, Tom Collins pub after one, well two, actually three, definitely not four pints of Smithwicks, while crossing the road I tustled with the uneven curb and ended up sitting in the gutter
Passerby: Are you alright?
Wendy: I’ve twisted my ankle
Passerby: No dancing for you tonight then!
I scooped myself up and hobbled home. Once back in the US I hobbled myself to a medical center to be triaged by my fabulous nurse:
nurse: what have you done this time?
Wendy: twisted my ankle, I wasn’t skiing, just crossing the road
The last 3 times we met she confirmed that I had broken a bone during a fall while downhill skiing. She’s recommended that I stick with cross-country skiing. No broken bones. I have got the ankle wrapped-up in fancy medical bindings with streamline black velcro.
Do cats have an informal, accurate, theory of static electricity?
My kitties adore paper. I leave sheets of crumpled paper on the floor aound my home. They prefer rolling and writhing on the paper than the carpet. The carpet is not natural fibre. Rolling on the carpet builds static electricity. Rolling on paper does not.
Coincidence or clever kitties? You decide….
why, Why, WHY?
I’m not complaining. They’re very easy to please… …dare I say – ‘like me’?
Wendy Wondering-Why
