So here we go again...
As you may know we have a Sphynx called Audrey and she would have to be the most troublesome cat on the planet, not a day goes by where she doesn’t amuse us or annoy us with her antics. Most people probably would have thought about rehoming her by now, but for some reason we love this little ratbag.
If it’s not bathtime fun with her, it’s Audrey trying to absail down something or destroy something, t shirts hanging up are too tempting for her, she just has to climb up them, perforating the arms and neck, and I won’t mention my favourite silk maxi dress.
Last week my husband Wayne, had just come home from work and as usual we were chatting in the kitchen with our son Lachlan about our days, this is something we religiously do while I chop and sautee, when all of a sudden Wayne looks out the window with his mouth open and this puzzled look on his face and says...”Ive just seen a possum in a pink jumper flying through the trees”...look if this had been a Friday (beer night) I might have just said “of course you have darling” and carried on chopping, but I suddenly saw a flash of pink literally flying from branch to branch and tree to tree. What the!!!! Then it occurred to me... pink jumper? There is something missing here, nobody trying to eat out of the electric fry pan or empty the bin, nobody running in and out of my legs...pink jumper...Audrey!
Now we have two other cats Gary and Trevor, they go outside during the day, sit in the sun, sleep on the day bed etc, but as Audrey has no hair she has to be an inside cat, and we have successfully (mostly) kept her inside since we’ve had her, but Audrey doesn’t want to be an indoor cat, she tries her darnest to get out whenever there is a chance. I thought tonight everything was secure, all the doors were shut so we looked around and sure enough all the doors were shut, then we saw the laundry fly screen, or rather shreds of fly screen, a bit like someone had had a frenzied attack with a pocket knife, scattered all over the floor and hanging from the window frame.
Fearing the worst, she may cut herself on a branch, get bitten by a spider, go round the front and onto the road, dinner was put on hold and we all went outside to catch the beast.
If only we had had a spare hand that could’ve filmed the next ¾ hour trying to catch her. She thought it was great fun having three members of her family running round the garden like idiots. If the neighbours could have seen us, 3 adults running round the garden after a possum in a pink coat...they would’ve just gone “That odd Fraser family again” and just shut their curtains.
I’m hoping I won’t have anything about Audrey to write about next time...here’s hoping anyway.