Which wouldn’t be me. As for Asbo—
Just the wrong kind of walls…
Were it not for the house-sitting I’ve been doing for my sister, I would no doubt have finished the few things I’ve been working on; I’d been looking forward to it too— but after spending most of today getting over yesterday; which was spent in much the same way as today; and then moving back: I’m in a full-blown phase-state. I’m sure you’ll all know a variance of it well: a lack of decent sleep leaving you feeling half-awake, physically drained and not too clever; have work in your head but getting to it requires the services of the part of your brain’s that’s already in bed.
This is what shifting houses can do to me, it can throw me out of whack, out of sleep and leave me rather worse for wear; and this is before factoring in Asbo the anti-social beast my sister calls a pet. I should ideally have come home during the day, sat at my table with my view, next to the kitchen and been irritated by my own cat: she’s allowed to do that, she’s a monster I can take all the credit for, but Asbo— though he’s a magnificent looking creature, he has an inherency to maim and strike fear into you. Physically, it’d be all too easy to describe him as low-maintenance because he’s either indoors sleeping or outside prowling— but that doesn’t take into account the time spent dressing the assorted wounds he inflicts as a matter of course. In deed, thirty seconds after arriving on Tuesday, I was bleeding from where my right calf used to be.
My sister thinks this is all wonderfully amusing, it’s just her way— she actually called me up to see how things were going and if she was surprised I was still able to answer the phone she hid it well. She said there was some chicken that Asbo and I could share if we wanted. I told her he hadn’t asked for any and of course, she felt the need to point out, he’s a cat, of course he hasn’t asked you… I told her I’d just eaten and’d left some for later— she said, Oh, you’d better check that…
“The little shit, he’s…”
“What’s he done?” *snorting*
“He’s finished my sodding dinner!”
“What was it?” *still snorting*
“Chicken… Don’t you dare!”
“So he did want some chicken…”
“&%$£%$!”
*click*
Neither my dinner, nor the cat was anywhere to be seen…
Anyway, the other side of physical side is the stressy side— the anxiety of letting him loose, which isn’t much worse than knowing I’m in the house alone with him. It’s just I like to know that if he wants back in, I’ll be ready; maybe in some deluded way hoping that he’ll return the favour by not mauling me every time he sees me.
So naturally the knock on effect isn’t much fun; I feel slow and far, far duller than is usually the case. I need a quiet evening with the doorbell unplugged and a decent night’s sleep, then hopefully, I’ll be able to finish some work.
A man is like a cat; chase him and he will run—
Sit still and ignore him and he’ll come purring at your feet…
Helen Rowland
Just a Little Background Noise 2.0 
Love the quote! You’re a good brother and “uncle”!
I’m a sucker! Ha! But I did help myself to the brioche – a roll for scar!
I like to think there’s an appropriate quote for everything. I’m stuck in my ways like that. It’s all part of my blog-convention! :p
A good blog-convention to have, indeed!
I’m not sure if it’s good! I just need it all to look the same! I can’t stop writing the same thing over and over with slightly different words! 😀
Ha! True!
Know you’re limits, is what I say :p
Oh no.. that sweet thing , he can’t hurt.. haha deception of all minions. Good quote too (:
If he were my minion, I’d have me lots of fun. I’d send him out with a list! I’d start with the neighbours… which reminds me: I must write something about my loathing for them. They’re the only people I don’t feel bad about not caring for too much!
Oh hating on neighbors ! Let’s !
Oh yes – remote controlled decapitations with toy helicopters is just the beginning!!!!!
i like a lot of this especially the part about the day spent recovering from the previous day. i understand completely.
Thank you, I had actually put up a shed the previous day; my uncle had come to help me because it was a either a two man job, or a one man job for someone with 50 pairs of molegrips, or even 50 pairs of moles – trained ones at that. So the lack of rest plus that nonsense, than the same again – the day can double down on you: you’ve got to get over it whilst living it.
But I’m much better today! 😀
I thoroughly enjoy your writing style! You just have a way of explaining a situation that makes me laugh. I actually have a pet business and can totally relate to mean kitty syndrome!
That sounds intersting – oh you must have loads of stories tucked away for a rainy day 😀
Thank you so much, I’m glad you’re enjoying it, that means a lot 😀
I have to tell you, the picture of this beautiful creature, the look you have captured in his eyes, is (more than) enough to make me question my long-lived no-pets policy…
lol the right pet can bring so much to your lives – they’re like naughty children, insomniacs and confidents – all rolled into one. It’s definitely all about the cats for me, there aren’t many people who can make me feel stupid, but give me a cat, and it’ll do it every day 😀