Tuffy-Cat helped me to wash the car on Monday.
It was an exhausting and arm-aching labour of love to soap off all the fine red dust we’d collected on our weekend trip to the Cederberg.
It was while I was applying a protective layer of wax, remembering Mr Miyagi’s stern instructions to Daniel-San, “Wax on, wax off”, that I saw that Tuffy had snuck onto the back seat.
I’d always been sure that she associates our car with the fear of being transported in a cage to the cruel, needle-wielding v-e-t and with feeling nauseous from the worm tablets that she always gets there.
So this was THE FIRST TIME EVER that kitty-kins actually got into the car voluntarily. Amazingly, she even felt safe enough to fall asleep!
I’d planned to vacuum-clean the car and to Windowlene all the windows inside-and-out before hubby returned home from work, but she looked so adorable that I couldn’t bring myself to disturb her.
I also didn’t want to create a new and similarly unpleasant association of her new sleeping place with the harsh smell of Windowlene or the roar of the vacuum-cleaner.
Quite apart from that, my arms were feeling as though they would fall off, so it seemed a good idea to postpone those tasks anyway!