Tiger is obviously feeling a great deal better. Today, I succumbed to my greatest weakness, and bought a 12 egg tray of Cadburys cream eggs at the supermarket.

Some of you may remember, that last year, around this sort of time, Tiger stole a Cadburys cream egg from me whilst I was eating, and scarfed the lot.

Today, sitting on my couch, I was eating another one. I had gently bitten off the top, and was in the process of licking out the middle... (Don't laugh, it makes them taste better) when suddenly, out of no-where, His Royal Feline Lordship Tiger climbed up behind me, balanced on my shoulder and smacked my hand with his paw very hard making the egg fly across the room.

This time, he didn't eat it. Oh no... instead, the little *sod* used it as a football. Everytime I went to pick it up, he batted it away out of my reach, and everytime he batted it, more *egg goo* dribbled across the carpet. To add insult to injury, Pandora, Robbie and Sam thought that this was a fantastic game and joined in. Tiger quite clearly thought he was Pele, with Pandy, Robbie and Sam playing Alan Shearer, George Best and David Beckham respectively. I wouldn't have minded - hell, it was even quite amusing, until footballing paws started trampling egg goo into the rug. My *NEW* rug.

Fortunately, none of them got any chocolate......but the rug got the lot. To make matters worse, just as I had rescued the remains of the eggball, my next door neighbour popped around. As she is a prudish, genteel sort of lady, she is very polite, but even she couldn't keep her mouth shut. She hates cats, and especially mine for some reason. Her words...... "Helen, you really should clean out those litter boxes. One of the cats has pooped on the carpet!"

Typical. Just bloody typical.

Copyright © Helen Miles
February 11, 2001