Anyway, there I was barking in the garden (it's only 11pm, so no problem, eh). Cassie pretended to be asleep in the little basket resting her poorly leg but I was nowhere to be seen. After all i've also just been through the trauma of a grooming session after Mum failed to groom me after the romp through the muddy park yesterday.
I don't know why she found a lot of wierd foamy bits littering the floor by the fireplace, looking like a snowfall indoors.
Nor do i know why she found more by Cassie's bed.
I don't even know why Cassie has a hole in her bed that is Muppetnose sized.
And I really really don't know how indoor snow ended up on my nostrils whilst I was making a hasty exit for the lounge.
Now, we shall discuss the SkInvader. Thecatwithnofurthing seems to have been in collusion with greater powers and, three weeks ago, they came forth and multiplied. Well, Mum came home with the SkInvader who (sob sob) needed a new home. Usually when cats come to stay, they are banished to the spare room. SkInvader, however, seems to have the run of the house. She even sleeps under mum's duvet like thecatwithnofurthing. Something isn't right. Yesterday, she jumped from the stairs over the dog gate into the dining room - the home of the dogs... it seems like an attempt to take over and we must rise up and prevent this at all costs. Meg and I are trying the "screeeam it's a cat" attitude in Mum's presence but it doesn't seem to work on the SkInvader, who simply lies down and looks, quite frankly, pretty darn scary when she meiows and bares her teeth at us. Even when she climbed the net curtains up the lounge bay window in an attempt to see what was at the top, then followed that up by climbing the net over the front door (seemingly because she could), Mum laughed and told her what a Monkey she was. I need to work out what's going on. Quick.
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