Poor Axel has been getting the rough end of the deal with the bathroom renovations.
For starters, his cat flap is gone - and no doubt he feels, his independence has been severely hampered as a result. He's been reduced to having to request entry and exit to the house. I am happy to grant exit at any time of the night - I don't want to have to clean up any accidents. However, once he is out, he is out until breakfast time. And it's been cold and frosty around here lately, poor boy.
He's also taken to trying to get a midnight snack out of us when we do get up to let him out, he trots over and waits patiently by the food bowl - a silent suggestion that since we're up anyway, maybe instead of letting him out, we could feed him. Not a chance. This trick got him turfed out quite quickly when he pulled it out for A!
We will reinstall the cat flap, it's just a matter of working out where. The logical position probably involves handling of asbestos so at the moment he'll just have to toughen up a bit - and so will we!
One final lesson for a sneaky cat - if you are going to lick the leftover curry from our dinner plates while we are not looking - hide the evidence. Caught red handed - or saffron nosed as the case may be! I don't know if I was more annoyed that he'd gotten onto the bench in the first place or amused that he'd eaten a reasonably hot curry!
