Decorative objects

Rachel says that she considers Scooter and Hamish as Decorative Objects That Eat. She doesn’t think of them as her Pets at all, although she loves them dearly. She tries very hard not to mind that they run away from her unless she’s offering food, or to worry so much about Hamish.

Lottie and I think the boys are pretty useless compared to us. We are both Pets and Decorative Objects. Yes, we eat, although not as piggily as the boys, but we offer so much more. (In reality we think of Rachel as our Pet, rather than the other way round.) We sleep on her bed and we follow her around, because we like to keep her happy. We strike interesting poses to keep her charmed and amused; we make endearing little cheeping sounds when we see her, and we never run away when she comes into a room. She’s a very responsive Pet.

And we are the best bed warmers ever, Rachel says. She particularly likes the way we walk on her in the middle of the night and purr in her face. At least, we think she likes it, so we do it several times a night. Hamish and Scooter don’t think of little kindnesses like we do.

But we thought we could expand our multiple roles, particularly in the Decorative Object line.

For example:

Lottie is practising her hearth rug presentation. Flokati, she thinks. Reversible too.

Me, I will make a rather elegant lamp base.

Useful and beautiful, we are.

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Happy Birthday to Meeeeee

It’s my birthday today. I am three years old, which is a very important and Grown Up age to be.

I’ve lived with Rachel since I was eight weeks old, and she knows that my birthday must be celebrated.

I have spent the day snoozing on the windowsill.

And I’ve had treats.

Rachel knows what I like, but it wasn’t always so.

In fact, I had a pretty disappointing birthday dinner once, and Rachel promised she would do better in future.

So today I had extra dinner – not the boring dry kibble that we always get, but the nice stuff in a little bag. I only like the meaty gravy ones, and not the jelly kind, or the fish. I had a slice of roast beef too. Very tasty.

I also had those treat sticks – I love those! and can pull them out of the wrapper myself.

Then I had some Philly.

I love Philly very much, but I don’t try to open the packs myself, now that I’m Grown Up.

Now I’m going out for the evening. I might go clubbing. Want to come?