Apart from it being cold, damp and grey? Leaves cascading and lying in a sodden mulch everywhere? Short days and long nights? Even higher food prices? The approach of Christmas?
You may have noticed that I dislike 'our' cat intensely. For those new to the saga he adopted us shortly after the second of our two cats died about three years ago. We'd seen him about the place as he belonged to a neighbour. And about the time our cats died, quite close together, the neighbour moved to another town leaving his cat behind to fend for itself.
Feeling a bit lonely and looking for an easy life, at least when it suited him, he adopted us.
Now we feed him and pay his vet bills when he gets cut up evading cars or other bigger nastier cats. He's an expensive little bastard. He's also quite adamant that that he doesn't actually belong to us but that we're a port in a storm for him, a convenience store where he doesn't have to pay.
Except when it gets a bit cold and miserable.
Last night he attempted to curl up and go to sleep on my back as I attempted to go to sleep on my front. Shutting the door is no good, he's mastered the door handle. I refuse to lock my bedroom door in my own house. Right now the little bastard is curled up on my lap, as though he holds me in affection, or something.
And when I stand up I just know I'm going to have little muddy paw marks all over the front of my trousers. Thanks.
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