I love my cat (also titled: the bad bits) (also titled: a whinge)
I really do. He's soft and warm and cuddly and he loves me. But he's driving me crazy a lot of the time. He sits inside the shower cubicle and miaows. And miaows and miaows and miaows ......I know what he wants, he wants me to get in there and play with him. Again. It's my own fault, I'm the one who taught him that playing tug of war with a flannel through the gap under the shower screen is fun, but I can only do it for a few minutes at a time. Half an hour at the most, then my knees and back have had enough. Angel can play like this for hours. I taught him to roll a small rubber ball around in there, it will bounce off the walls and screen and roll back to him so he can roll it again. At first he was happy to do this, now he prefers it if I sit on the closed toilet and roll the ball around for him. Well, no. Not happening. Not for long anyway. So I leave the bathroom when I've had enough and he sits there and cries. Aarrgh! I scoop him up and bring ...