Yup,

Instead of snoozing on his favourite perch, Shmogg spent the first half of the night doing his herd-of-elephants impersonations up and down the fall. The second half of the night was spent with him trying to give me a new and exotic hair-do.

The first step was to pound it into submission against the pillow. Then he kneaded into shape, gave it a bit of cat-spit styling mousse and then finally tried to pluck it back out.

You know, sometimes I think it would be more respectable to explain to my boss that my droopy eyelids, black circles and are from night out on the booze rather than saying that I own a rambunctious feline. He doesn't approve either way, but at least he'd understand the former!

Copyright © Vicky Chapman
January 22, 2000