Pushkins is finding new ways to amuse himself. When I got home from work tonight I found a mound of toilet paper on the toilet floor. He must have done it in the early hours of the morning when he was asking to be let out and we wouldn’t cooperate. It wasn’t yet light outside.
Looks like we need to keep the toilet door closed all the time, now.
What will he find as his new hobby?
We have made an amazing discovery. If Haighs is being the howling cat from hell we close him in the toilet for half an hour and he emerges a changed creature. He becomes a loving docile teenage cat who would love nothing more than a cuddle and a quiet sit. Haighs breeder had told us that a Burmese cat is intelligent enough to understand the cause and effect. Our lives have changed with this revelation. The house is now briefly silent. Bliss.
