In my last blog I reported that I was winning the 'Let's Brush Oscar' competition ... I hid the brush!
They've let me get away without being brushed for the past few weeks, they've been busy 'doing stuff' and have just been picking up the lumps of fur that are all over the place and muttering 'that cat needs a good brush' without actually doing anything about it. I must say I am leaving lots of hair all over the place - it's quite impressive in a way. I saw someone on the television the other day who was knitting her cat's hair into scarves and stuff - perhaps someone could knit a winter blanket for me?
Anyway ... as usual I digress.
Yesterday in one of my attempts to win over a human to open me a tin of cat food I decided to jump on the female tin-opening operative whilst she was wearing a very smart, glittery evening outfit. Think they call them rhinestone thingies. Oh dear ... such a fuss! Apparently I left a layer of ginger and white hair all over the fancy bits and the mad humans had to use half a roll of sellotape to get the fur off. It was very funny ... well I thought so anyway, they seemed to have a sense of humour failure over the whole episode and left for the evening muttering 'that's it - the cat is being brushed if he wants it or not'.
Pah - fighting talk - they don't fool me. I'll keep a low profile for a few days and they will forget about it. :p
Sometime later the following day ....
Hmmm ... elephants and humans never forget. They got me!
I was minding my own business when there was a rattle of my biscuit box in the kitchen. In I raced thinking 'great - they forgot they fed me an hour ago'. As I hurtled up to my food dish they pounced, the dreaded brush appeared and World War III broke out.
Result of the hostilities?
One brushed Oscar.
Two scratched humans.
Three broken saucers - I escaped at one point, bomb dived the table and catapaulted a selection of china onto the floor.
I still think it was a moral victory for me.
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