Oh no not painting again!

Now as an animal of the feline variety I enjoy nothing more than sleeping and I have my favourite spots – on the back of the sofa, at the bottom of the bed and the best on is on the carpet just underneath the radiator. You see the hot water pipe runs under it and so as soon as I hear the click of the heating system I spring into action to make myself comfortable and there I wait for the floor to staring heating up underneath me.

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But you see recently my napping has been disturbed and it is making rather cranky. My owners (well that’s what they like to think they are, but they are really are my pets and I’m the boss around her), have decided to redecorate. And not just one room but the whole house. Not a day has gone past in the last week where I haven’t been woken up by paint tins clanging or worst still actually being moved from my sleeping spot so that they can paint. They really are pretty rubbish at painting and often get more of it on the floor than the walls. And then I am the one that gets told off for making coloured paw prints across the carpet. It’s hardly fair. These days they have the following website bookmarked https://www.clean-able.co.uk/ and the commercial carpet cleaning Cheltenham business on speed dial.

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On Wednesday I was having a particularly productive sleeping session dreaming about chasing that lovely ball of wool that the lady always throws for me. When I had the most disturbing sensation. He actually picked me up whilst I will mid bum wiggle waiting to pounce on that wool and placed me on the cold sofa. Now normally I enjoy sleeping on the sofa but only after I have walked around a few times, kneaded it into the right position and warmed it up a bit. This was stone cold. I gave him a disapproving look and a disgruntled meow, and do you know what he did? He rubbed my head and said, “What a grumpy kitty face”. Too right mister, I was definitely grumpy. I was going to protest further but I really couldn’t be bothered. So, I made a mental note (an actual note would be difficult as I don’t have opposable thumbs) to knock his phone off the side board later. He hates it when I do that, but it is hilarious watching him pick it up over and over again. Of course, occasionally he will move it, but I just find something else to knock off instead.

Well I’m glad I got that all off my chest and it has been lovely chatting with you, but I really need to get some sleep because in a minute they will be back again probably with more paint in their hands. I wonder what they would do if I knocked an entire paint pot over?