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Confessions of a Cat Sitter Chris Pascoe is the author of A Cat Called Birmingham & You Can Take the Cat Out of Slough, and a columnist for various UK & international magazines. He’s also a cat sitter… Cat Comforts I tarred and feathered myself this week. Well, more or less, anyway. It was certainly along those lines. This wasn’t a result of any belligerent outrage at my own antics, the usual reason for this type of barbaric punishment, but simply because my antics were incredibly stupid. I’ve been looking after a lovely but slightly violent Bengal named Natti Jones. I’ve mentioned Natti in my articles once before, due to a sudden flying attack from behind by this formidable 5.5 kg bag of sheer muscle sending me sprawling hands first into a litter tray. A very pleasant experience, I can tell you. On this occasion, Natti and her malicious streak played no part at all in my downfall. In fact she was having great fun at the time, and not at my expense, because as well as looking after her, my duties included the daily topping up of a fishpond which had a very slow leak, and anyone who knows Bengals will know how they love water! An unusual thing for a cat to love, I know, but it’s apparently in their genes; their close relative being the Asian Leopard Cat, a wild breed known for splashing around in shallow streams hunting for fish. So, as I filled the pond, using my thumb to create a fine spray,. Natti Jones danced happily around, jumping at individual drops and attempting to catch them in her paws. I think it was the wonderful sight of this incredibly beautiful cat having so much fun that caused me to momentarily move my thumb much too far over the hose’s nozzle. The effect of this error was instant and dramatic – a huge backwards spurt of freezing cold water hit me full blast in the face, causing me to make matters even worse by then turning the hose onto my own shirt and trousers. Within a few short seconds, I’d completely drenched myself. Natti jumped happily into the stream of the dropped hose, 30 Cat Sitting Services Flexible, friendly & professional service We visit your cats in their home while you’re away. Fully insured and recommended. T el: 01494 639486 Mobile: 07782 632814 Email: [email protected] www.catcomforts.ukpet.com totally oblivious to my situation. Dripping wet, I decided the pond had received quite enough water for one day, and my best bet would be to quickly fulfill my last outdoor task and get back into the house. This task was the filling of a large pole-top-bird-feeder. Hoisting a bag of birdseeds above my head, I managed to completely miss the feeder, and so poured 3 kgs of seeds straight over my head. The tarring and feathering was complete - every inch of my face and upper body plastered in seeds. Wiping my eyes to enable at least a degree of vision, I staggered back toward the house, Natti skipping along beside me, apparently delighted. Why oh why couldn’t I have reached the back door without being spotted. A neighbour’s face appeared at an upstairs window, instantly twisted into an expression of bewildered shock at the barely human apparition staring back at her, and quickly vanished from view. I’m not at all sure what she thought she saw that day. The Creature from the Black Lagoon (or Fish Pond) maybe? Pond Thing? Whatever she thought, I have a feeling I may be the stuff of stormy-night-fireside stories for generations to come. Amazing what can be achieved, given the right levels of utter incompetence… To advertise in Hiya Bucks text or call 07947 349134