Daisy the cat takes over!Posted: October 7, 2012
As Misaki is over at my house today, I thought I would take over her blog – it’s only fair afterall.
You are probably wondering who the cat I am! Well, my name is Daisy and my human slaves are Misaki’s nanny and grampy. Hope that clears things up. So while they fawn over that stupid dog with her ridiculously long tongue spraying slobber everywhere, I thought I’d take a look at this blog she’s always barking about. And I’ve noticed a grievous omission on her part – she hasn’t mentioned me at all – oh the outrage!
So, let me fill you in: I’m a Norwegian forest cat, I was a beautiful black cat in my early days, but now I’m hitting my dotage I’m starting to turn a light brown, I’m still beautiful ofc. I am, however, considered anti-social, difficult and even grumpy by some, if you can believe it. In truth I am a rather particular cat and I like things to be on my terms, I’m not a fan of compromise. I don’t think that means I’m difficult though, do you?
I am, what you might call, a secondhand cat. My first home was not a happy one and my original slaves gave me away when they moved. Luckily for me my new slaves – Misaki’s grandparents – took me in and have done a passable job at keeping me in the manner to which I am accustomed. I have lived a relatively peaceful life, ruling the house for the past seven years, eating and sleeping whenever I like. Occasionally I have to moan, scratch and even bite my slaves when they displease me, but overall I can’t complain. That is, until that dumb bundle of fluff appeared on the scene! Fortunately she doesn’t live here, but when she visits the house is in uproar! She eats my food, drinks from my bowl and leaves her fur everywhere. I do NOT appreciate the commotion, so I head upstairs to my throne room away from her. On the few occasion we have met face to face I’ve spat at her to make it clear she’s not welcome. But does she leave? No.
So here I am hiding away until peace resumes. But no doubt there will be a lingering smell of wet dog, bonio biscuit crumbs everywhere and endless talk of how beautiful she is! While I, the forgotten queen, am left alone without a second thought.
I think I’ll have a nap now, wake me up when she’s gone.