Mancat Monday Moaning...

OK, so it wasn't a "Bad" weekend as such, but I didn't get enough Mummy time and am therefore suffering from a lack of snuggles... It seems My Mummy felt she needed to go help Dad and D'boy tidy up Dad's Mum's Garden, which meant I had to go one whole night without My Mummy cuddling me! :( I know it's utterly horrific treatment and I think I might have to take strategic action, but for now I'm working out exactly what form that might take as I hear My Mummy's going to be abandoning me for another 50 squillion hours to go to "Fizzy-O" midweek. What exactly is "Fizzy-O" for a start and why can't they do it without My Mummy being there?! Surely they should understand I'm a cat with needs and one of those is constant access to My Mummy!

Mummy keeps telling me it's not going to take a long time and it's going to help her left shoulder that hasn't worked properly in about 12 months now... Honestly I don't see a problem with the shoulder myself, I mean she can still snuggle and fuss me - so what's all this about seriously restricted range of movement and a need for "Fizzy-O" and then a cortisone injection? The last I heard cortisone's what they used to try and stop Tigmut'hep over grooming his belly, I'm sure I'd have noticed if My Mummy was over grooming her own belly too! ;) So why all the fuss and bother? Really what they need to do is put her on complete bed rest with hot feline therapy sessions and by that I don't mean my naughty little sister burrowing her way down the bed in the middle of the night to lick My Mummy's arms before crawling off to sleep by Dad's legs... Oh no I mean my snuggling in My Mummy's arms for hours on end - I mean surely there's nothing else out there that couold possibly make her feel as good as that?! ;)

Mancat Monday Moan...

Yes, I feel I have the right to moan this Mancat Monday... Not only has My Mummy been preoccupied with DIY of late and kept me from writing my bloggy, but Dad managed to paint me all white yesterday afternoon! Oh yes I got a large patch of white gloss paint all down one side of me and my face! :( While I adore the pretty white furs of My Marie and find Lux's furs also very attractive in a Mancatly sort of way, I just don't want any myself... So there I was all white and very cross with Dad and who came to my rescue when Dad suggested I get a bath and fast, yes it was My Mummy! :)

It seems that she'd worked out fast that since the paint was nearly dry she could probably get most of it off with my lovely sctitchy brush! :) Well you all know that I love to be brushed, so what had once looked like a complete disaster and seemed to be about to be compounded by the horrors of the bath, could in fact be sorted by having My Mummy give me a darn good brushing and then grudgingly letting her carefully rub the remaining paint off my face furs.

So after a good deal of brushing and quite some careful rubbing of the fur around my face that got painted I am pretty much back to normal and looking mighty gorgeous. While there is a little incresed lightness where the paint once was a few more brushing sessions and I'll be good as new. See Dad I didn't need a nasty bath and I no longer need to put a contract out on you! ;)