Molly Cat is Having a Bad Day

This morning, I had to be on an early train to London. Molly Cat is never happy when I am rushed in the morning, because I don't have time to give her much attention. On top of that, I had had some friends round last night, and she is a VERY jealous cat. For the last week she has been in a very funny mood: prickly and scratchy and refusing to eat any of the wet food. She was also a little off colour early yesterday evening (before the guests arrived) and I think she may have a hair ball.

All this background is to explain why, when this evening I arrived home to a loving Molly, who purred like a train every time I stroked her and who kept very close to me as I went about the business of changing etc., I was very pleasantly surprised. We had a cuddle, then I decided I really must get on with changing from work clothes to home 'Friday evening slouch' clothes.

This is when things started to go wrong. I moved to what is loosely termed the dressing room: there is, of course, no space to dress and barely space to open the cupboards since, like virtually every other available space, I have had it covered in book shelves. (Aside: why is there NEVER enough book space, no matter how many shelves you put up?). However, there is a closet, which I duly opened to get out one of my more reprehensible pullovers. As I was taking it down from the hanger, I took an incautious step backwards. I had forgotten that my tool box had migrated to just behind me. And sadly, I had not noticed that Molly was standing immediately behind me, tight up against the toolbox.

I think I must really have hurt her. She took off like greased lightening and, for the first time in months, hid under my desk. It took me half an hour to coax her out, and another half hour before she agreed to play with her favourite toy.

Eventually, however, she was cheerfully chasing the feathered object at the end of the pole and I was happy. Until I stupidly waved it too close to her water fountain. Chasing it, she landed four square in the water fountain, spraying water everywhere and giving herself a great fright. I compounded my crimes by laughing. She is now sulkily sitting in her hammock over the radiator.

I'm hoping she'll come round tomorrow morning.