Angus: Well. I’ve noticed that my brother is getting A LOT of attention these days, and I’ve decided that I can’t be having THAT! So last night, I decided to get in on the action. And no, before you ask, not by doing THAT, my brother is quite ill trained to think such things are suitable. Oh no, I’ve decided to be more devious.

You see, after all of last night’s shenanigans, and a few more bed rotations hoomama didn’t tell you all about, they had both finally settled down in MY bed with hoochild muttering, “This is nice. Very nice mummy.”

I waited until I could hear the snores as hoomama finally relaxed back into sleep and then……I pounced! I jumped up onto the curved headboard of MY new bed, which is high enough that I can finally investigate the Pretty Thing. The Pretty Thing has caught my eye quite a few times before, because it has flowers and butterflies (and I like those very much!) and it glitters when it catches the sun during the daytime, but I’ve never been able to reach it before.

Thankfully, the new headboard allowed me to do just that. So I reached up and I batted it. Then I whacked it. Then I sniffed it. Then I batted it some more. It made a very interesting “clangy” noise, so it can’t be real because real butterflies and flowers don’t make clangy noises when I catch them.

From below me, I heard a groan and a mutter as hoomama heard me. She might have been doing a bit of a weep, but I wouldn’t really know as I wasn’t looking at her.

Bat.
Batbat.
BATBATBATBATBAT!!!

Hoomama: CAT! Get OFF!

And would you believe hoomama took a swipe at me? I mean seriously, I’m the GOOD one, the FAVOURITE one. Why is she batting at me?! Needless to say, I jumped down in a huff, bouncing off hoochild’s back as I did so and at that point, hoomama said some words she really shouldn’t be saying.

I sashayed away to regroup and have a quick bath…and then, the pretty thing was calling again. So I jumped up onto hoomama’s legs, then I walked up her body, sniffed at her face to make SURE she was asleep (she told me she was sleeping so that was ok) and then I jumped back onto the headboard and reached up for the Pretty Thing.

Bat.
BatBat
BATBATBATBATBAT!!!

I don’t remember anything else except flying. Hoomama, why was I flying??? Cats aren’t supposed to fly.

Hoomama just grunted and said some more of those words….