Today there were some first little cracks in the so far perfect relationship between Rahja and me.
Everything was fine, I arrived and I refilled the food, I played a bit with her, got some new scratches on my fingers and arms and I did some master tickling...
I guess it started with me collecting the doodie from Rahja's cat loo. Well, you do not need to touch it with your hands, you know, but ... brrrrr... not my favourite chore for sure. And the cat litter does not cover all the smell, if you catch my drift.
Anyway, I then thought that I had earned myself a little break and started to watch an episode of Ally McBeal (of all the ones I could have chosen I had to watch the one with the little boy who has leukemia... man!).
Rahja was a bit anxious, which was maybe because I did not let her out into the garden.
I think it is fair to say she was pissed off because of that.
...
Which I think she wanted to communicate to me in a clear, unmistakable way.
Do you see what I am going at here?
Do you get it?
So, I sat in front of the telly and to its right stands this old chair with the leather upholstery. Rahja was sitting down on this chair, just opposite of me. Watching me. (I was close to tears, because a little boy was dying - in a fictional TV show. Gee! I am such a sissy...).
But suddenly my emotional summit was ungraciously interrupted by the brisk ripple of cat piss on black leather.
Yikes! Eeeeeeeeeou!
In no time I was on my feet and chased Rahja from the seat, where the ... stuff... was happily dripping onto the floor, creating a little lake. In such situations people tell you to grab the cat and dip its nose in the puddle. But I was by no means cold blooded enough to do so. I just desperately tried to clean the seat and floor from the pee as good as I could.
Uaaahahauuwwaahaha!
I like cats, I really do, but this was no fun at all.
No fun at all.
No fun.
At all.
In the meanwhile I figured this was her gambit to make me open the door to the garden. And tell you what: it nearly worked. I was so worried that the poor little cat might be unhappy and that I am such a bad kitten sitter who is stressing the cat so it cannot help but pissing like a fire hose, that I was close to open the door for giving her the opportunity for an evening stroll.
After all, I did not, because I still have an own place to go to in the evenings. But she nearly got me.
And on top of all of this, when I drove home, I was stuck in a fricking traffic jam, which killed any thoughts of considering moving downtown, if I ever had them.
Well. When it rains, it pours... and pees on top.
Tomorrow night I have Dutch classes, but I hope she does not do more of these tricks. Otherwise I can burn down the appartment on Wednesday.
4 smart comments:
Männeken Piss ist eben überall,
sogar bei Dir zu Hause und wenn auch nur in Gestalt einer Katze=:)
Aber mal was anderes, schaust Du echt Ally McBeal, kenne nicht so
viele Männer welche sich das antun...=;)
Ally McBeal finde ich tatsächlich ziemlich klasse. Die allerletzte Staffel war scheiße, wenn ich es noch richtig weiss, aber ansonsten finde ich die Serie wirklich ausgesprochen gut...
Du bist doch wohl nicht eingeschnappt wegen meiner Frage, will doch so einen netten Gesprächspartner nicht beleidigen=;)
Bin nur verwundert, denn wenn ich sage,dass ich Ally ab und zu ganz
gern schaue, werd ich von Männern eher belächelt=:(
Eingeschnappt? Ich?
Nicht doch.
Ich kenne die Reaktion der meisten Maenner auf Ally McBeal, nachvollziehen kann ich sie nicht. Wie gesagt finde ich die Serie klasse, nur eben die letzte Staffel - die war scheisse... =:)
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