Can you imagine being woken at 5am on a Sunday morning, only to be plonked in the shower for the second time in 24hrs! My dad’s are mad… I thought I must be having a nightmare when dad 1 said boldly – it’s bath time Cheeky. I was snug as bug in a rug, all I could think was, yeah right, brr sleep zzzzz… I just got to sleep, leave me alone! He didn’t seem to understand that he woke me in the middle of my favourite fantasy, playing the pied piper & summoning 1000 mice to my doorstep…
Well, as if that weren’t enough, after my worst nightmare of shower no.2 at 5am – dad 2 decided along with dad 1 that they still had time for a re-wash – a third bath!!! Meow Meow meow, now I’m gonna have to put my claws down – they have gone cray cray with the crazy! Anybody into a re-house?
Please I’m begging can someone tell them the rules of a Sunday morning sleep-in… it should consist of a special breakfast containing large portions of bacon coated liver drops, candied lamb served on a bed of – well my OWN bed would have sufficed! Leave the crayfish n scollop scallions to the grown ups, I just want my bed back with another two hours of sleep!
Anyway, they seemed happy enough by bath three & then we were off!
We arrived at the show only to discover that other kitties weren’t that impressed to be out of bed so early on daylight saving! In fact one of them made a big smelly morning poo just a few cages down from me – everyone seemed so annoyed, brrr kind of made me laugh lol… secretly I think it serves those foster parents right for treating us feline beauties in such a way.
brr brr meow!
Here I am at 10:30am still trying to catch up on sleep. Would someone mind telling the judges to just leave my door shut, I’m still growing & I’m in the process of working on my boning – can’t you see, important work going on!!!
Well, after a few more zzzzzz, I decided I quite liked all the fuss & attention, & those judges had awesome feather toys, some included sparkles & some with bells – my favorite!
Look how good I look below, I’m almost taller than that Aussy Judge, & they have the audacity to call us kiwi’s hobbits, she was ALL over me, feeling me up like you wouldn’t believe! She seemed to like me though, saying wow very good pressentation, talking about my beautiful boxy muzzle & what fabulous ears I had, she said she loved my lynx tips & the length of my tail… Boo yeah, i am the Queen of Sheba! Better give me back my cage, I’ve developed a head swelling!
I hope I get home in time for dinner, this really is tiring being jabbed and patted & stretched out like a rubber band…