Cats are so easy. They come fully toilet-trained, don’t need to be taken for walks, don’t bark, and don’t require entertaining. It has been a long time since I had a cat and after 14 years of my dogs, Freud and Zeki, I had forgotten what is was like.
I got Freud and Zeki as puppies at a time when I really shouldn’t have got a pet, let alone two of the naughtiest dogs on the planet. I was a poverty-stricken student who knew nothing about dogs. The toilet training was painful. Then there were the puppy training classes which we failed at and no matter what I tried I couldn’t stop Freud and Zeki barking uncontrollably at every other dog and cat they saw.
Victoria on the other hand is 11 weeks and knew straight away where to go to the toilet. Indeed, she was so discreet that on the first day I was worried she wasn’t using the litter tray because I couldn’t see anything in it but it turned out that she’d buried it all. She could teach some adult humans a few lessons about hygienic toileting. And she would definitely never poo in her bed.
Yesterday she finally managed to get to the highest level of her cat tree and can now climb into the bed at the top. I had to move it slightly closer to the windowsill so she can use it as a step up.
She’s asleep in her bed at the very top now.
She fell asleep on Daniel’s keyboard today.
All the playing tired her out.
A couple of wood pigeons visited the bird feeder today. They look quite young and I don’t think they’re fully grown.
We’re still getting lots of strawberries. I made a chocolate banana cake today and Elizabeth decorated it.