Woken by the sound of pussy
Twice this week. 6am on Wednesday, Ed went mental, jumping on me and nipping my nose and fingertips. Being 6am, I just rolled over and ignored him.
Then I heard the scratching from the bathroom. Arse.
The poor sod had done a big, dribbly poop on the rubber mat in the bath (very easy to clean up – smart lad) and was stood beside it, scratching at the bath then looking forlornly at his still unburied liquishit. The poor little bugger just seemed utterly mystified as to how it wasn’t covered in a layer of dirt despite him scratching away next to it.
Thursday he did a lovely bright yellow one (more solid) outside as I was leaving for work. That got buried properly. My concern that he might have had an upset stomach or worms was settled a little by this sight.
This morning it was 5am. I could hear a lot of rattling and clanking. I made my way downstairs, ready to beat **** out of a burglar (or run screaming into my bedroom and lock the door, begging for my life – whichever) and it turned out to be Ed. Although he obviously couldn’t undo the key-locked latch on the window, he’d undone the “lever” bit at the bottom and was trying to get the window open.
Given that KK actually slept on my bed the other night for the first time in months, do you think they know I’m going away soon?
One way to keep the away supporters quiet
It seems there was a bit of an emergency at a footie ground last night, as Middlebrough played away against Stuttgart. Before the match, there was an evacuation which wasn’t exactly carried out very well. The warnings only given in German and no move made to get the Smoggies to leave.
This is one of the stadia to be used for the World Cup this summer.
As it happens, it was a leaky pipe in the kitchen area that caused the alert. Mind you, it’s not the first time the Germans have had a load of people in an enclosed area filled with gas. After generations of living by the ICI plant on Teeside, though, the Smoggies won’t have had a problem with that.