A blog about the English life of an American kitty who lives with one human woman and one indentured servant man and sometimes two young boys.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
A Chill in the Air
Have I mentioned that our warm, spring weather has left us? I find myself burrowing under covers. Notice the hot water bottle. We like to take that to bed with us -- me and the woman, that is. The man of the house doesn't seem to get cold.
Yesterday he stroked me without asking my permission and I had to leave the room. He should know by now that this is unacceptable and he must present his hand first so that I can smell it. THEN if I choose to stay he may stroke me.