As usual for a Saturday, my female human was cleaning today. She usually does this while my male human is writing is sermon, and I often keep him company in his study. (actually, I inspire him)

Anyway, today Tim is away at a church conference so there was just me and Hilary at home. This meant I kept en eye on her and watched her fuss around all the rooms. One of the first rooms she did was Monty’s, and she took the litter tray outside to empty and clean. She then got caught up in doing laundry, and it was a wee while till she returned.

Not that I needed long. I had observed that in her haste she had omitted to shut the baby-gate across the door when she left the room! That meant I could enter Monty’s room and have an explore of his territory!

When Hilary came upstairs she noticed the gate was wide open! She was surprised I was not in the room- but then she noticed I was lying on my comfy bean bag bed on the other landing, chewing away at Monty’s food dish!

This dish of course had been full earlier- as Hilary had fed Monty with both wet and dry Whiskas – but he had decided to save it for later and go outside into the garden first. But the breakfast had all gone now…. into my tummy! And delicious it was too, even if it was meant for cats.

The dish itself- a two section blue plastic thing that used to belong to our old cat, Jojo was surprisingly tasty too and it smelt delicious, even after all the food had gone, so I took it to me bed to explore further

Sadly Hilary removed it from me, tut tutted at the bite marks and chewed bits, and said that in five minutes I had made it much worse that in four years of cat use! She washed it and refilled it up for Monty, and promised to buy him a new dish soon!