Since the huge leaves of our plane tree started turning orange-brown in the crisp autumn air, and since the soil underneath the delicious monster and behind the potted lemon tree (two of Tuffy-Cat’s now-no-longer-secret summer-time hiding places) became waterlogged with the rains, our heat-seeking cat has been spending more and more time inside.
To be more specific: on our bed.
As in now:
But as much as we adore stroking her silky-soft fur when she curls up between us on the sofa as we watch yet another DVD, and as much as we secretly love feeling her sleep-heavy body warming our feet during the night, the residue of fur she leaves everywhere makes us both tight-chested and wheezy. Which is definitely not a good thing.
Hence our continuous battle to keep Miss T-C off our cosy and oh-so-soft bed!
Yesterday, we nudged, prodded, lifted, and sternly ordered her off the bed a record number of times. But as soon as we turned our back, she hopped back on.
I even tried “corporal snuggling” as recommended by two engineers – which involved almost lying ontop of her and snuggling her so tightly and lovingly that she could hardly breathe. The only effect that had was to create about 8 more puncture marks in the duvet cover, as she tightly clenched her front paws. Sigh.
I so hate keeping the bedroom door closed, because our house is cooooold in winter, and I am desperately trying to entice the little autumnal sunbeams to reach just a liiiiiittle bit further into the passage to warm it up.