As I settled with Lothar in front of the tv, and get on with some crocheting, Henry decided to NOT let me get on with it.  I kept fighting him for the balls of yarn until I managed to push over my wine glass and had red wine all over the doffee table and floor.  My fault – I should have organised this better.   I didn’t blame Henry.  I cleaned up the mess.

Henry was clamouring to get out so I thought it might not be a bad idea if he got rid some of his energy outside.  I left the bedroom door ajar and went back to Lothar, the tv and the wine.  Soon after Henry came back, and settled between us.  All of sudden he was on hyper alert.  I followed his gaze only to find Johnny, the neighbouring tom cat, hunched over Henry’s food bowl.  – A major cat fight in our living room was prevented when Johnny saw me coming, panicked, tripped over the water bowl and fled through the bedroom.  My fault – I should have closed the door earlier.  I didn’t blame Henry.  I cleaned up the mess.

I felt like more wine so I went to the kitchen counter and poured some.  Henry watched me from the dining room table, decided he wanted to join me, and took a flying leap to the counter.  He misjudged, landed and kept going, falling off on the other side, taking the full glass of red wine and the bottle with him.  I managed to save the bottle.  The glass lay in pieces on the kitchen tiles, in a red puddle, with a nervous cat peering at me from around corner.  Not my fault.  This time I did blame Henry.  Then I cleaned up the mess.

Vera: I am beginning to see what I am missing by having a dog. My wine is safe. No dashing wine rescue needed. Wine glasses are completely ignored. Leo’s foes stay outside. What a boring life I’m living. Except when Leo and his foe meet on the road and then I get to go to the vet…

Vivien: Das Ende der Langeweile: hol Dir Katzen ins Haus. Wir haben seitdem keinen Fernseher mehr 🙂