Cuddly Monster.

Firstly I would like to apologise for my lack of entries over the last week. The reason for this is quiet simple. Kidd has decided to turn over a new leaf. Maybe Kyla’s latest escapade has intimidated him. Or maybe it’s just too hot to be naughty. Who knows? Whatever the reason my little red monster has turned into the most obedient, cuddle monster you could wish to meet.

He has learnt a few new tricks, the most impressive of which is coming when he is called. No matter where he is in the house, the minute you call his name he comes running. Arriving at my feet, purring his head off, waiting for me to pick him up and make a fuss of him.

Because he has a reputation as a bit of a bully boy, Kyla gets fed her favourite fishy treats, every night, on her own. Just Mummy and her. Kyla is now so used to this nightly ritual that she will insist, or more correctly demand, that Mummy should go to bed so that Miss Woo can have her treats now! She jumps up onto the chair, gets right into her Mums face and literally shout NOW! At the top of her voice. Kidd will follow on the off chance that Nanny will not know that he is there. Or may be so bowled over by his hansom charms that she will give in, and maybe he will be able to get his paws on some dehydrated fishy goodness. Not that it has ever worked but you can’t blame a kitten for trying.

The other night we were all amazed and impressed when after having gone trotting into the bedroom and sitting hopefully on the bed. He obediently came running the moment I called him. Mind you both Kidd and I do have a confession to make, and Kidd’s obedients is not quiet so impressive when you find out that I know where the treats are kept. Therefore when Kyla is enjoying her personal time with her Mummy, The boy is enjoying some sneaked treats of his own. And as every cat knows, stolen goodies are so much better than anything handed to you on a plate.

His other new trick is he has finally learnt to jump. Bless him he still hasn’t developed the physical prowess of his aunty Kyla, but he can at least now reach arm height. All we need to do know is to teach him to wait for permission before launching. My back bears the scars of many an unannounced landing by his kitenship. And only the other night the poor chap got knocked across the room as I swung my arm out, unaware at the time that there was a red flying feline coming my way. Unfortunately both arm and kitten collided. Thankfully apart from his pride he survived the accident unscathed.