EmmaGoodEgg

Off To The Circus We Go!

[This afternoon I congratulated a certain someone who has received a well deserved promotion. He has also started blogging daily again, even though by golly he is a very busy man and this has made me feel slightly guilty about blogging sporadically. So here I am…shamefully digging deep.]

Willow the cat has shared our matrimonial bed ever since she came to live with us. Every morning, at around dawn, she either stares at a dead asleep Bobby in the face whilst sending him brainwaves “Waaake up waaake up and open the door for me so I can go pee” or if that doesn’t work, pat him on the nose with her paw. If that still doesn't work, she will jump on his head. She never does so to me because I think she knows I would just hide under the duvet until she goes and bother Bobby.

Anyway, Bobby normally sleeps on the right side of the bed, and I sleep on the left. Last night we switched places because I firmly believe that being in a loving marriage does not mean one should be predictable. Before we fell asleep, we had this conversation:

Bobby: I wonder if Willow will still wake me up tomorrow morning because we have switched places in bed…
Me: If she still wakes you up, we should send her to the circus!
Me (going off on a spiel): Cos then it proves that she’s a genius cat! We can send her to the circus and she can do this act where you sleep on the right and I sleep on the left and Willow will wake you up to open the door for her. And theeen, the next night we can switch places and she will still wake you up! It will prove that she will wake up whoever she damn well chooses!
Bobby (there is a reason why he is Beloved Husband): It will be a long circus act eh? But HAHAHAHA!

So this morning sometime before dawn, I groggily woke up to Bobby grumbling how we should send Willow to the circus.

I told Willow that she's going off to the circus!

And here's Willow telling me exactly what she thinks of the circus, the wise ass cat.

See I told you I was gonna dig deep.

Don't Let The Cat Out Of The Bag

Don't worry I won't. Because the cat LIKES being in the bag.

Bobby Doth Love The Cat Muchly

Bobby: You know whenever I say ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff to Willow, she writhes about all manja (affectionate)?

Emma: Get outta here.

Bobby: No really! It's because whenever I give a rub behind her ears or feed her, I say ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff. It's behavioural conditioning. Willow is Pavlov's Cat!!

Emma: Good grief.

Cartoon snagged from here.

High Falutin' Willow

Feeding Willow is a bit of an occasion at my home. After meals Beloved Husband Bob will feed the cat tit-bits from our dinner with the bones picked out. Then lovingly placed on a paper napkin. Willow sometimes gets the doggy bags from restaurants too. I sneak Willow food sometimes in hope that she will love me the most. Azim feeds Willow just to add drama to our lives.

When it comes to her regular cat meals, we buy her Whiskas. Bobby is always on the lookout for the premium cat meals that SupaSave stocks. The Waitrose ones in chic tins with rounded edges and with the fancy ingredients like turkey and veal. I reckon it’s a popular brand because they fly off the supermarket shelves. Last Sunday we were grocery shopping at SupaSave Gadong and found a new brand called Waitrose ‘Indulgent Recipe’ for spoilt cats on the shelves. Bobby was sure Willow will love him more if he fed her the Cutlets Of Sardine & Mackerel With Clams In Jelly.

Bought extra tins in case it ran out.

That evening after dinner, Bobby opened a tin of Indulgent Meal, and plopped it in Willow’s bowl. Willow took one sniff at the clam and fish mixed in jelly and padded away. She didn't touch the stuff. Willows' a real bitch when she feels like it.

So we thought Willow was high falutin’ but you can take the cat out of the kampung, but you can’t take the kampung out of the cat.

Unrelated and not a picture of Willow, but from left, Enola Gay and Bagheera, the Diva's feline darlings for the cat effect.