Post-Catstration Revenge

Do you like what I did there – post CATstration? Geddit? Never mind.

I’m either suffering from intense paranoia, or I’m reading far too much into the actions of an otherwise loveable, and loving tabby cat. Possibly both. I had every intention of sitting on the sofa and watching the second instalment of Public Enemies tonight. Bob had different ideas. The sofa is his, you see. It was an exercise in futility. He bounced between wanting to play fetch (he can be rather vocal when he thinks he’s being ignored) and wanting to investigate the television – closely. After 20 minutes of watching a cat’s arsehole and listening to a cat object to his ball not being thrown, I gave up. It hadn’t even started yet. Now I’m sat at my PC Bob has taken up his regular position on my desk (there’s a cushion there for him, I’m a softy) and he’s fast asleep next to a speaker that has Nightwish blasting out of it. He’s just waiting for me to try watching something, then he’ll be rested enough for the next round.

I’m uploading the second instalment of Public Enemies – I’ll update yesterday’s post with the link when it’s done.

I was intending to post about Mrs Brown’s Boys at some point. I heard about this show only recently, even though it’s been around about 10 years or so in Ireland. Last year BBC Scotland with RTÉ put out a 6 episode first series, and a second series started this Christmas. It is rather rude and sweary – possibly why I fecking love it. The whole thing is created by Brendan O’Carroll who also plays as Mrs Brown. I could go on and describe it all but either watch it, or read the Wikipedia page which does a better job than I could. Interestingly, according to RTÉ the Mrs Brown’s Boys Christmas Special was the most watched TV in Ireland over Christmas with a 48.6% share (the Irish have better taste than us – they get Eastenders, too but it didn’t get a look in)! Not bad considering some of the criticism levied against the show by the Irish press.. Whilst looking at the viewing figures, the critics reviews make one think they’re out of sync with the rest of their country, especially the “vaguely embarrassed to be Irish.” in the Irish Independent, LOL. Apparently it’s a 50/50 split. 6.6 Million in the UK watched the Christmas special – nowhere near the Eastenders Christmas episode, but it was best in it’s 10pm spot. If you don’t mind a bit of sweary fun, look out for Mrs Brown’s Boys, Monday 9:30 BBCOne or iPlayer or those naughty places, but not torrents cos they’re shite and Virgin cuts me off for seeding stuff.

I’ll update the link on yesterdays post and go watch it now – ttfn..

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My Cat’s a Dog

I was planning a post on my usual televisual nonsense this weekend; there’s always Sunday. Meanwhile I thought I’d properly introduce Bob.

My old cat died in August. Lily was 14 and was sorely missed by all. So much so we decided, as one, that a new cat was to be sourced as soon as possible – days later Bob entered our lives.

It’s become clear over the few months we’ve had him that he’s completely bonkers. His main aim in life is to eat the hamster, Boris (Natasha had to be renamed for, er… obvious reasons :P)

The above pic was taken on the first day Bob spent with us :)

One of his favourite games is to play fetch. Seriously. I’d video it but if I’m in the room I’m the one he brings the toy back to, regardless of who throws it. Pisses Sarah off no end but then again, I feed him, change his shit-box, etc.

Bob has to be kept out of the bathroom for several reasons. Firstly, he can unravel a toilet roll faster than the Andrex puppy. Secondly, he chews toothbrushes. Thirdly, he steals cotton buds, 20-30 at a time, strips them of cotton – one assumes he eats it as I’ve never found any. Finally, and this is the most recent development, he drinks from the toilet. He follows me everywhere. Wakes me up by licking my eyes and ears, watches me avidly when I’m doing bathroom things. The other morning after I’d flushed, I’d left the seat up (yeah, yeah) and was brushing my teeth when I turned and saw Bob straddling the toilet bowl. My first thought was that he was going to use the toilet. I was calculating how much I’d save on kitty litter already. Alas, no. I then saw him delicately bow his head down into the bowl to reach the water in the bottom. I quickly grabbed him before he could fall in – he’s to small to reach the water – it was a disaster waiting to happen. I checked his bowls; he had no food but plenty of water. Later that day he managed to get in the bathroom and succeeded in reaching the water by putting his paws inside the bowl. Really need to work on putting the seat down AND closing the door.

So, my kitten plays fetch and drinks from the toilet – hence the title. He’s also an indoor cat. I like the fact we now have tits and sparrows in the garden, something we never had when Lily was around – even though she was about 7 years past her hunting prime. I’m not keen on having a shit-box in the hall, but at least my kitty is safe, the birdies are safe, and he’s not off making mini-Bobs since he still got his nads; they’re coming off next month, poor bugger :)

That’ll do for now. Bob’s been battering the shit out of my arm whilst typing this – luckily it’s my left so I can’t feel it :P

TTFN

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