Recently, Roseys cat Pussikins has had two new little kittens. Two balls of white fir. Rosey’s called them Fuzzybutt and Scruff!
When she got home late last night, she stumbled through her door into the darkness of her hall, and almost trod on them thinking she was putting on her slippers! Fortunately, they are none the worse for having Rosey’s toes almost shoved where the sun don’t shine!
She’s had a few pets over the years. She often talks about her goldfish. Bob, she called it because she was convinced that’s what he was saying as he peered at her through the glass of his murky globe. In fact, he was probably saying ‘bowl, bowl’ as he strained to peer through his stagnant water! Anyway, Bob eventually went to that great aquarium in the sky and Rosey still claims he died from drowning. She said he started jerking as if he had hiccups, swallowed some water and choked on it. We jokingly said that she should have administered some kind of artificial respiration, and she was a little annoyed when realising that we were having a giggle at her expense!
Then there was Samuel the Shi-Tzu. Actually, he was actually a she, but despite our suggestion that its name should change to Samantha, she decided to leave it as Samual. She soon got fed up with it though. It used to scamper between her feet and get its lead tied around her ankles. And when she was told she had to clean up after it with a pooper- scooper and take the offending matter home with her, it was too much for her to handle and it was despatched to local dog’s home.
She decided that cats were a better bet because they would need no waking, and could be trained to do their business in next door’s flower beds thereby requiring no cleaning up!
She often talks about her pony. It was apparently known locally as Sebastian the Sex-Starved Stallion! It seems that whenever the randy bugger saw another horse of either gender, it grew a fifth leg and took off in the hope of a bit of nookey! On one occasion he actually caught his prey and poor Rosey had a front row seat until she got un-ceremonially thrown to the ground!
So here’s wishing Fuzzybutt and Scruff every happiness in their new home. One thing’s for sure, whatever happens to them, they will be loved and cuddled to bits!