Fartybum

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Crashy is coming by to visit more and more these days. He's a busy little fellow with an upright orange tail. He putters around the room, checking for biscuits and uneaten cat foot, breeping and purring to himself. 

Then he runs around and around the feet of anyone who is walking around, herding them in the direction of a cuddle. 

Apparently he was "a right pest" last night too. Caro was in the downstairs bedroom sleeping next to DG when Crash arrived. Wet.

"Hello! I'm wet!" he said to Caro who had to dry him off. She dried him with her cat-towel* and then he helped himself to biscuits and a cuddle.

And then he went out again. Into the rain.

"Hello! I'm wet!" he said two hours later when he came back. 

"F*ck's sake!" said Caro and dried him again. 

Then he curled up on a chair in the corner of the room and Caro settled back down to sleep. 

"Pfffffft," said Crashy's bottom. 

"Oh my GOD!" said Caro. 

"I mean, DG farts too," she told me later. "But Crash is RANCID."

"Pffffffttt..." said Crashy's bottom again. 

Caro turned her back on him and tried to go back to sleep. 

"Hello!" said Crashy. "I love you Nice Lady! I want to give you big cuddles!" 

He nudged her face with his adorable pink nose and curled his tail around her neck and...

"Pffffffttttt...."

"Ack!" said Caro. 

DG went out the window.

So Caro slept as best she could with FartyCat. Meanwhile, I slept until 11am. That is incredibly late for me, and a reflection of how full-on these last few days have been.

I need to remember I am an old fellow, and my body cannot take all this activity. Also...

Pfffffftttt....

Poor Caro.

S.

* Of course we have a cat-towel. Cats for the drying of. Doesn't everyone?