You Can Twist It Around, Hey Baby...

Beau is stalking me.

From the window ledge.  

Although she is being encouraged to attack, by me poking her with a crochet hook. 

Not  So Puddle Cat.  Puddle Cat was the first cat. Many, many years ago. 

Puddle cat terrorised everyone who  met her.  When I left my first flat I left her with my flat mates.   Two years later, I felt enough remorse to take her for a holiday.   When I picked her up, Boris said, "If you could find someone who would take her that would be nice". 

So I took her home, and let her do the whole, walk the whole living area with her legs spayed out to the side and her belly on the floor thing.  She sniffed everything, and deigned to stay with me for a bit.  (Well to be honest, she couldn't exactly go any where, I forgot to mention she was agoraphobic).  

She behaved exactly as I remembered.  She crouched on the top of the stairs, and launched herself at me at every opportunity.  She lay, flat cat position on the ironing board and rocked the ironing board until she could wobble it over and launch at me from there. 

I figured I'd be safe in bed. 

In the flat, we had typical low student beds. Puddle would stand at the side on two legs, with her front paws under the duvet and watch for the slightest movement and then ATTACK. 

In this house, I had a high double divan, safe from attack.

So, there I was in bed, slowly slipping off to that lovely dream place, when POW  I was rudely awoken by a claw in my butt.  I sat up, dead centre and pulled the duvet around me, ensuring my toes and butt had ample padding. 

Slowly I dozed off again.... and then WHAM! Bullseye, Right into my right buttock as I turned over.  Pulling the duvet all round, I crawled around the bed, looking for the demon cat right round the edge of the bed.  No where to be seen.   I slipped out the duvet and closed the bedroom door. 

Snuggling back in,  curled up on my side, I cuddled back down, safe in the knowledge I had banned the vicious monster from my dreams.  I had only just sighed once when KABOOOM.  Claws, two of, right in both sides of my butt.  AT ONCE.  

I dived out of bed, duvet around me. And there, there, in the middle of the bed. Squashed flat under the fitted sheet, was the demon cat from hell, pretending to be a mattress in order to entice me into bed for attack. 

Suffice to say Puddle did not remain with me, nor with the next person I passed her on to, but finally found her forever home in Kelty. 

No offense to Kelty residents, but Kelty had a bit of je n'ai se quoi  which seemed to fit Puddle so well.  She even became a bit of a lap cat. and even went outside,... she loved her new owner, Mr Duggan, and would follow him down to the pub and sit outside and wait for him. 

:-)