Sophie, My Mother
My mother’s human is off to the States for three weeks. So instead of leaving Sophie to her own devices in an empty house, she is being temporarily rehomed with us for the duration. Is she grateful for this? Is she doggies do dos! She immediately took up residence on the fridge and set about terrorising the host cats. From this vantage point she can observe all comings and goings through the catflap. Any cat that dares to poke a head through it gets treated to a right royal hiss. The kittens didn’t know which day of the week it was - they aren’t used to being hissed at by anyone other than Cleo, so this came as a rude shock.
And anyone who thinks that Thutmose is a miserable, cantankerous, hissy ingrate hasn’t met my mother. She even hissed at ME! Yes, ME! I’m speechless. ME!
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