I just fed my dog. I keep his food with my cat's food and chuckled to myself a bit (because I am sad) at the slogan on the box. My cat loves Whiskers and I love my cat.
This could not be more fitting of my cat. How careful of the Whiskers people not to include - 'My cat loves me'.
No, instead, my cat uses this place like a hotel. He likes to be fed but he couldn't give a crap about me. I love him but this love is not reciprocated. He loves my dog and my mum's dog but not me.
I have not seen him for some days now. I think maybe a week. This is completely normal and I imagine he has spent most of the week two doors away with his best pussy cat chum.
A couple of Summers back, he went missing for the first time for several days. I was beside myself and went out round my village every night calling him. In the end, I made leaflets and delivered them with the help of my family, to the whole village in order that I locate my beloved cat. The response was great and within hours I had him home and discovered that he'd spent the last 9 days over the alottments hunting. He was skinny so I kept him in for a few days. He is now one of the best known cats in the village. It amuses me when people walk by a ginger cat and say- 'Is that Frodo?'
Since then this has become his pattern. He is an outdoor cat and I rarely see him. I do see him when he wants feeding and he will come in, miaow loudly for his breakfast, even if he wakes me up, eat and leave. Maybe I should not have given him the name of a hobbit from the 'fellowship of the ring' - perhaps he was predestined to be a wanderer.
My mum summed up my cat last night when she left my house after our dog walk;
"I hope the shitmeister turns up this weekend".
I take offence but she is correct. He has no feelings of love towards me, but I do love my cat and when he wakes me at half past five, I will continue to feed him Whiskers.
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