Now I understand that most people do bake sales or a car-boot sale for fundraising, and believe me I have those events coming up very soon. Yet this past week I have been fundraising by cat sitting, and believe me when I say it has been interesting.
I am pleased to introduce you to Fairweather, AKA Muggins.
Fairweather after my aunt and uncle left, mourning their affection.
So the first thing, and pretty much the only thing you need to know about Fairweather is that she is quiet a spoilt house cat, the name Fairweather originated because she doesn’t go outside, under no circumstances will she go outside if it is raining or cold, and only for a few minutes if it is a nice summers day. But she will sit on top of the sofa and look out at all the nature as if this is somehow better because she won’t get mud in her paws, got to look after them nails. She does have a cat flap so that she may come and go as she pleases, however, she only comes in through the cat flap, as if she hasn’t somehow worked out that it goes both ways.
The first day was spent either asleep in her bed, or staring out of the window, this was fine. But in the evening her new favourite hobby shooting me with a death stare. Even after I fed her, I thought food equaled eternal love for cats… apparently not.
Did I mention that she also sulks? I was warned of this, but wasn’t quiet expecting that at bed time she would hide under the table or behind the sofa, refusing to go to bed. I eventually got her toy out to try and lure/trick her out, but she is obviously practised at this, running quickly from hiding place to hiding place. This went on for about 20 minutes, before I finally got her into her bed, and I could crawl into mine.
Rule No. 2 – Lie in’s result in a bored Fairweather…. and that rug is ridiculously hard to straighten out.
Tuesday was a beautiful day, and I had some washing to do, so I hung it out on the line, and to my amazement Fairweather followed me outside. The first time I saw her voluntarily step outside since I arrived (and subsequently the last) plus playing in the amongst the plants… Okay who is this cat and what have they done with Fairweather? We are a good few months from June yet! I just had to get a picture, so dashed inside to get my phone and ran out and shut the door behind me but by now she was just sat on the edge of the patio, wondering what on earth I am doing. Anyway I snapped my shot, mere seconds before my phone died, I should have expected that to happen, seems to be a habit for my iPhone to die when it has 39% battery?!?! Anyway, rant over, Fairweather then decides she has had her outdoors quota for today and wanders inside through the cat flap and then I try to wander in through the back door. Erm.
And my keys were mocking me, sat on the kitchen table which I could clearly see through the window…
MISTAKE 1 Do not shut the door unless you have a key, because there isn’t much you can do to get back inside. So there I am, in the back garden, with a dead phone, in my slippers…. F@£#!? Windows? All locked! Back gate? Also locked, and even if I climbed over the fence the front door is also locked. I’m now looking at the cat flap thinking I can’t fit through it but how can I unlock the door???? BUT wait, its electronic, controlled by the cats collar, and the cat is bloody inside!!!!! Luckily my memory kicked in to tell me about a hidden key? Where is it? So there I am routing around in shrubs, and soil, in my slippers, for 10 minutes trying to get this key. Anyway, I finally get in and Muggins is sound asleep, completely obvious to the fact that I am blaming her for locking myself in the back garden.
Wednesday brought a surprise, suddenly me and Fairweather are best friends, although if I am honest I think it was just a case of any lap will do, I want some fuss. However she has since sat on my lap many times and now all my clothes, even my underwear has cat hair on it. It’s a good job I am not allergic… I’m told itchy pants are the worst!
Plus playing with her toy, which I must admit has brought me some entertainment, since when she is hiding under the table watching like a hawk, head swinging from side to side like she is on centre court at Wimbledon, and preparing to chase this feather concoction, her whole body wiggles, but her head goes in the opposite direction… it’s like some move John Travolta would pull on a light up dance floor.
Friday was back to sulking. At bedtime I normally pick her up, and go into the kitchen, closing the sitting room door behind me so that she cannot escape to a hiding place, and put her outside. Then wash the few pots left over, before going to bed. Normally she’s in her bed before I have finished the pots. But tonight, tonight she didn’t quiet feel like that, instead sitting on the window sill was more her style, not even gracing me with her presence when I open the door for her. Instead she sat there and sat there. Until I decided fine I’ll switch the lights off, but didn’t want to leave until I knew she was back in safely. BANG…. the radiator just made the biggest noise ever, my heart is now racing. But I can still see the outline of her fur pressed up against the window so I stay put. Just as I calm down HUMMMM the fridge starts making noises at me. My nerves are in tatters, and then my vision comes into focus. I caught a glimpse of this shadow moving… OMG I jumped a mile, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??? only to realise it was a branch swaying in the wind. That was it, the final straw, Muggins could stay out there all night if it wanted, I was going to bed in a haunted house!
The hoovering was probably the worst part of my week, I mean how can one little cat shed so much hair, it doesn’t seem possible. So I get the hoover out, plug it in, all seems normal, doesn’t work… press every button on the hoover, which is only 2, several times, still nothing. I was getting so frustrated I was considering throwing out the hoover, or the cat… So in the end I reverted to sticky roller-ing the sofas but… Dark green sofas + white cat hair = no sticky roller sheets left! Eventually I worked out that it was the plug that was dodgy, probably my grandfathers wiring, not doubt my granddad was laughing at me too, on a Sunday morning panic trying to get everything perfect before my Aunt came home.
Anyway, she is now back with her owners, all the cat hair has been hoovered up and her welcome home present to them was to throw up, and continue throwing up, much to the delight of my Aunt, but it has been cuddles and fuss all round. But at least it has been an interesting week fundraising, with some giggles and running to shut the sitting room door before she escapes upstairs never to be seen again #HideAndSeekMaster! Plus it has brought me a lot closer to my target, over half way there…. India here I come.