Honestly, the things I have to put up with! Tom decided to go out last night and got in late. So late that we were all in bed when he got in, although I was not so deeply asleep that I didn’t hear him come crashing through the door. So noisy and no thought for others, no respect at all. Treats this house like a hotel and expects to be waited on hand foot and elbow!
So this morning I open the curtains to be greeted with a lovely sight. Tom had clearly decided to get himself a takeaway on his way home, but then decided he wasn’t that hungry and didn’t finish it. But instead of disposing of his supper properly, he just dropped it on the patio, half in and half out of it’s wrappings, spilling out onto the concrete. And he left it all for me to clean up, again. This can happen a couple of times a week, sometimes more. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell him off or try to bribe him out of it, he still does it. So selfish and thoughtless. He just looks at me guilelessly, with his beautiful eyes and I forgive him instantly. He always knows how to get round me.
He really is a little pest, my cat Tom, but I wouldn’t swap him for anything!