… a high-powered corporate security consultant, consorting over the past week with Directors of National Customs and Excise authorities and like that. And what does my cat think I am? A toilet cleaner, that’s what!
… a high-powered corporate security consultant, consorting over the past week with Directors of National Customs and Excise authorities and like that. And what does my cat think I am? A toilet cleaner, that’s what!
Boadicea's Chariot 
You’re a man of many talents.
Cats will always put you in your place, Bravo. Das Fürballen are usually out all day with the whole of the hillside, nay, the whole of Portugal in which to play, torture things and generally do their stuff, but in the evening they always come mincing back in, legs crossed, and make a beeline for the litter tray.
Barstewards and furry terrorists both! 😦
OZ
🙂
Cats are always singularly unimpressed by the “hobbies” of their servants, Bravo. 😉
Araminta – Oh, how true!
OZ
OZ: 🙂
Spot on, Araminta.
I do wish someone had told me all this before…it’s all coming as rather a shock.
No man is a hero to his cat??
Jaime (excuse me Bravo): thanks for your emails about ‘books’. I was only thinking of an e-version, for fun!
Thanks, B. 🙂
Bravo, I have the solution for you: cats don’t like high-powered humans. They are unforgivingly low-key and respond to the coaxing, even manipulative approach. You can do it, bein’ a spook ‘n all! 🙂
Dogs have owners, cats have staff. 🙂
Janus, If you send me your text I’ll put it into e-book form. That is, unless it’s as long as Ulysses.
And now, I just put down a bowl full of clean water for my lord and mistress. She sniffed it and made a beeline for the toilet bowl for a drink…