Bye bye house

Mom tells me that there are no less than three.

One dog and two moggies. A Jack Russell named Jack (duh) who is, apparently, quite a character.

His best buddy is one of the cats named Sum-Shing. These two gang up against the other cat, Ming.

They are all really happy in their new house with lots of space to run and play. I’m glad they are happy – I liked living there too.

And… I miss my cat Looseyfur. Was remembering how he used to scroonch down in an empty plant hole near the pool.

He was such a doff cat.

He fondly imagined that nobody could see him lurking in there.

Meanwhile… it was really only a little dent in the grass and he was blatantly visible to all and sundry.

Apparently that wretched Zed boy ate the shrub that used to live in that hole.

Obviously my own furry self would never have dreamt of eating a whole plant. A nibble perhaps.

Erm… wait… actually I do recall demolishing a banana plant at one stage or another.

Don’t know who was more miffed, Mom, or Ernest, our gardener who used to look after our place.

He’d even put a fence around it, but I managed to overcome all obstacles and devoured the entire tree.

Loosefur would lie in wait in the hole, then my Ems would throw the ball – in a direction that would take me right passed that lurking feline.

Of course I’d clean forget about anything but catching the ball.

That Furball would leap out like a demented flying squirrel and latch onto my own furry knickers.

Without fail he always gave me a heart attack.

Sometimes I’d have to roll around on the grass to get rid of him. He’d make little oeeff noises if I rolled too hard.

Mom and Em would be doing their own rolling on the grass – laughing so hard they clutched their tummies and made similar oeeffie noises to Fur.

I’d saunter up to them and slobber on their faces.

Fur would slink back into his hole and plot his next move.

Then we’d do it again and again.

Of course, I was only a little doglet then.

I’m much more dignified now.

* As told to Ginny Stone