Yup, there’s a cat too..........
Kit-Kat was a 21st birthday gift to Victoria. From D.A.R.G., he was 2 weeks old when he was saved from being crayfish bait and had to hand reared. Thinking this would make a good choice for a friendly pet he turned out to be anything but. He “disappears” when we have visitors; even regular family members don’t meet him every time.
Victoria got engaged to her Marine and was whisked away left to live permanently in USA at the beginning of 2009. Kit-Kat wan't invited to go with and was left with us.
He is indoors most days and out hunting during the night. We have been woken many times by initial squeaking noises followed by crunching sounds and have to dispose of the leftovers in the morning. If he catches something during the day, he makes a point of "screaming" at us to notice.
"Screaming"? Unfortunately, a big unfortunately - I taught him to “talk”.
Easy to do and impossible to undo. Every time he meowed, I meowed back.
Today he calls us to continually give him fresh kibble. The most expensive cat food on the market (of the light variety due to him subsidising his diet with fresh meat), he refuses to eat the pellets if they are crumbly.
He "screams" at us when he wants water and only from the bath tap in the boy’s bathroom. I have to admit that initially he did have us running between both bathrooms. I eventually decided enough was enough and ignored him calling us to the far bathroom ....... he got the message!He also stands meowing at us in front of the cat flap.
Needing to go in/out, he would prefer that we open the door that the cat flap is in rather than him have to push it open to get in/out! Unfortunately, Charlie can’t stand the noise, so gives in. And I thought I ruled this house!
He was already 4 years old when Mac arrived and loved him from the start. “WOW another non-reactive Border Collie!” This, because, true to character, Emma ignored the cat too and would just bark at him if he came too close to her. Kit-Kat even looks like one a Black and White too!
Today Kit-Kat and Mac are great buddies. They play together (actually I’ve had to stop them playing while Mac is in rehab) and the "3 Border Collies" go together every night for their "pre-bed walk"..
(And now I gotta go. Kit-Kat wants water and I can't concentrate with the background noise).
Mac and Me
C’est la vie
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