Tuesday Treasures again this week.
This week's treasure is Otto, who features occasionally on this blog.
He is a rebound cat. One acquired to fill the hole left by a much nicer pet who tragically succumbed to snakebite and died young.
His arrival was the cause of the worst argument the bloke and I have had in 40 years of marriage. I wanted him, the bloke didn't!
The creator of many wounds on tender flesh including the drawing of blood from a paying guest in our B&B. (We were dreadfully embarrassed and apologetic!) Guests are advised NOT to stroke the cat's belly!
He leaves cuts of rat meat and mouse morsels on the floor over night. Rat Maryland, butt of rat and rodent offal, just some of the delights he has tried to curry our favour with.
His decision to sleep on my pillow at night, whilst I'm using it and after he has been catching the afore mentioned rats in long wet grass, fills my ears with grit and mud.
His demands for his evening meal at 5pm exactly must be met if we ever want any peace in our lives.
We were thrilled the day he finally outgrew his game of running up the nearest pair of legs to sit on the shoulder of the leg owner. It was just a phase of kittenhood apparently.
At this point you must be wondering why this monster is deemed "A Treasure".
The bloke works away you see. He is what is known as a Fi-Fo (fly in - fly out) worker and I am left alone & bereft for weeks at a time. Otto is my constant companion, the one who greets me adoringly on my return from work each afternoon. Possibly because I get home at 5.05pm!
The warm body snuggled against me as I watch my choice of TV program, the fluffy soul who leaves fur across the keyboard of the 'puter and attacks the mouse protectively every time my hand clicks it. The other breathing, living thing in this house and I need his company. That's why.