I promise i’m not becoming a cat blogger but this I had to share…

One of the delights of having a pet is obviously the interaction you get with them, but what is often funnier is the interaction between pets. My guinea pigs used to follow each other around the garden obsessively, my goldfish nibble each others tails joyously after they are fed and well, well my cats fight.

Oh, I know that a kitten’s raison d’être is to terrorise, but I’ve never before met a kitten that does it with such dogged (catted?) determination. My tomcat is being run ragged by 1.2kg of kitten; and it’s rather funny to watch.

Now the kitten’s best trick has been nicknamed ‘Eddie the Eagle’ and you’ll see why. It involves the kitten finding the highest place in the room to crouch on (top of the TV, halfway up the curtains, on the mantelpiece, on the radiator) and waiting there until the tom strolls past on his way for breakfast, dinner or a nice quiet sleep on his favourite chair.

On getting the tom in her sights, the kitten then launches herself into a death-defying leap at or onto the tomcat, which then results in him jumping a foot in the air and running squealing from the room in fright.

The little terror either darts after him, getting a few swipes in at the tail for good measure, or just sits there nonchalantly giving herself a nice clean like nothing has happened. (and metaphorical pat on the head – I can see it even if no one else can).

But this morning the tomcat got his own back. The kitten must have launched one of her sneak attacks earlier than usual as at 6.30am the tom came belting into the bedroom meowing in a plaintive angry voice. After checking that the kitten was still puffing up the stairs, the tom jumped on the bed and after a quick head butt (“mum, shhhhh!”) he climbed under the covers, curled up against me and went very still and quiet.

Seconds later, little miss evil climbs up the duvet onto the bed, squeaking in excitement and stands directly on top of the tom and starts searching for him. Of course she can’t find him and he wasn’t going to reveal himself in a hurry. Two minutes later the kitten jumps of the bed in frustration and goes off to hunt him down somewhere else.

Seconds later I feel another little head butt (“thanks mum”), a very loud purr and then the tom settles himself down to sleep. Victory for the moment was his.

Kxx