He's Back

The lummox has returned from his exile. And do you know what, I hate to say it but I have kind of missed him. Not his odour or his breath or his gluttony or his farts or his feet or the way he lumbers around the place like Bigfoot with gout. No, I haven't missed any of that gentle reader but I have missed the fact that he wasn't there to feed me in the middle of the day. Ange has been at work of course and puts food out for me (as she should) but sometimes I want more than that during the day and that's where lummoxy comes in.

You see, despite being a malodorous, great berk he is quite liberal and open handed with the refrigerator. All I have to do is give him a right good meowing and hover around next to the fridge with my tail rampant and he soon comes running to open it and feed me any of the choice comestibles that are in there. Therefore, without him there hasn't been any mid-afternoon ham or sliced chicken and that is what I've missed.

He's back now though so snacks can recommence. Although I will say that in addition he has soon lapsed into his old ways - scratching his arse and shuffling about the place getting under my paws. Last week I slept under the quilt with Ange on the lummox's side of the bed, well, the huge depression that he's made in the mattress at any rate. And it was lovely. I was cosy and warm, she smells nice and it meant she didn't have to disturb me in the morning. So it's a case of weighing things up in the end. Was it a good thing or a bad thing that he's been away. A bit of both I think.

PPP x