I’ve had Eccles for about 14-15 years now and he’s getting to be a bit slow on his feet, his bits are slowly wearing out:(
Eccles is the wimpiest cat in the whole Universe, his hobbies, when he isn’t painting the garage or re-decorating, are sleeping and eating, both of which he does with skill.
So when a pal asked me if I wanted a kitten I said yep and selected a 10 week old female, a lovely little bundle of black and white fur.
I took her home, went into the garage and found a small box, put an old sweater in it and took her into the house.
Figuring she’d maybe want a bite to eat I opened the fridge and took out a can of cat food. Eccles, like all cats, can hear a fridge door opening in the next street and sure enough he sauntered into the kitchen to see what was on offer.
He stopped dead in his tracks, fur stood on end and he went fucking berserk.
Launching himself at the kitten, who was cowering in the box,Eccles proceeded to beat the shit out of the poor little bugger, howling and screaming like a banshee, teeth and claws slashing like mad.
I quickly rescued the kitten and put her into the garage returned to the house to find Eccles sat on his favourite armchair with a look on his face that said WHAT-THE-FUCK- IS-GOING-ON?
It’s quite obvious Eccles isn’t going to accept competition in HIS house so I ask…
How do I go about convincing him there is no threat?