Introduction: The Kitty Of The House

Hello friends and welcome to a "spin off" blog from my usual place of satirical fun. Say hello to my little friend, his name is Lucky. Not a name I would have chosen for him, but in many ways it is fitting due to his adventures at my residence since his arrival. I would not describe myself as a "cat person." In fact I have always wanted a dog. The inventory of pets I have harboured down the years would suggest otherwise. My first pet was a rabbit named Benjamin Bunny. I was very young at the time and the only memory I have is when he took a chunk out of my thumb. I have also shared my home with several gerbils and hamsters plus a fish named Jaws (for a day) before my mother found out and we got rid of him. Now I live with my sister, her three year old son and her boyfriend. Our pets include two rabbits to which I named Rose and Martha - Doctor Who reference, and this little bundle of joy above.

He has grown up substantially since this photo was taken, plus that scratching post is worn down to virtually it's last thread. The furball never ceases to make me laugh and I have to admit that we have struck quite a bond. To start with he rarely ever mistakes me for food or his scratching post, which is more than can be said for others in my house. His favourite activity is biting my sister whenever she goes near him. He also tends to always take my side whenever I have and argument with her as well. He will start doing figures of eight around my legs and rub his nose around my feet whenever he is hungry or wants to play outside. This behaviour is pretty standard for him, but he has started to do some things that I just had to document in a separate blog for you all to read, so starting from today and every Monday going forward I will be doing a light hearted analysis of his weekly antics on this page, enjoy...

Sunday 13/11/11:

My sister's boyfriend prepares a lovely chicken roast for myself, my sister and my nephew. We all sit down to eat and everything is lovely. We near the end of the meal and the cat comes strolling into the dining room with what appears to be his version of fast food. As my sister's man comes to the realisation of what Lucky has between his teeth, he quickly diverts our attention before dispatching the foreign object with military precision. From what we can gather, the kitty brought a mouse into the dining room to "play with." It was not dead but our vicious little furball was toying with it. Thanks Kitty, my roast tastes that little bit better with the image of maimed vermin in my head!!!