Toothbrush

My Dear Fellows & Dear Princess Normal,

Look at him. What a state to be in. The thing is, he LOVES being brushed so much that he gets overexcited and then wants the brush for himself.

Jasper and me have had a pretty quiet day today. Punky has been having a nice day sleeping on the big bed. It was a sensible move. It's very wild and windy out there today. 

The thing is though, that all cats have an urge to prowl. Even though all of our cats have been housey cats, you see it take hold of them at about 11 at night. Punky is no different. He needs to stalk the halls and check the windows and doors around bedtime.

The problem is that he is a such a timid little fellow. He needs me to go with him. So instead of just prowling, he rocks up to the couch and looks at me. And looks. "Ahem," he says.

And then I get up off the couch and he's off. Yay! Purring as he walks me around the flat like a proud house-owner. "And this is the bedroom," he seems to say. "Do you like what we've done with the kitchen?"

It is a funny little ritual, and every night he makes me laugh as he trots from room to room, tail in the air, checking over his shoulder to make sure I am still following him. It only lasts ten minutes and then he has his supper and I go to bed. 

It's nice to go to bed with a smile. Good old PunkyCat.

S.