This saga not as long as the black kitties one..that saga was memorable.Only one or two incidents with this particular kitty. Came in from the clothes line, and here he was..fully grown by now..curled up on a blue cushion I had scored from somewhere..on top of the bed. I thought..wow.. that looks fantastic..I wanna picture of him there. Trouble was, he heard me ratting around with the camera and lenses and things..he was off the bed in a flash. Blast! Set the camera up, then scruffed him, stuck him back on the cushion, and said stay!…works with sheep dogs…but not him! Off again. Bugger. I wanted that pikky. I finally managed to get him the stand on a different cushion..tail going swish..ie..I’m not happy,

and a photo was duly recorded..not the one I wanted though. I looked at said cat,..and began to wonder what was going on..how come he didn’t want to stay there. He looked up from the floor..and into my head came..a dashed good reason..iffen you were a kitty!
Now, one of my sisters had two daughters..and a cat or three. Those cats were always on the table, and I was always shooing them off, with the following words..cos one daughter..enjoyed getting people annoyed..she used to get on the table as well.
What was it?
Cats and kids not allowed on tables! Here was Ginger Megs looking up at the bed from the floor in the bedroom…aaaand I guess..it did look like a table! Well, the things you find out!