George
is large, there's no getting away from this fact. His dad is larger still and
his mother is tiny. He's a ten-year-old black and white moggy. He's spent most
of those ten years practising to be a tit-head and has succeeded superbly. He's
quite nervous of strangers but unstinting in his affection once he's comfortable
with them. It took him a year to decide that he quite liked me.
Why's he called George? A actor on TV is known as Gorgeous George. I thought Gormless George might be suitable for him. He's certainly no brighter than he needs to be - which really means that he's pretty dim.
There's little to say about him. He sleeps a lot, eats a lot and sleeps a lot. Once a day he goes a bit mad and does his impression of an eighteen-pound furry pinball. For about five minutes the house resounds with unearthly howls and muffled crashes as he bounces off the walls. At the time of writing, in the house where we were living the floors are all wood block and George loses traction as he hurtles round the corners.
Personal hygiene is not top of his priority list and I have to wipe his bum
quite often. We both really hate this and he hisses and swears at me. I really
don't know where he learnt those words. He's also very dribbly. Since he
believes that I'm his mum, this involves a lot kneading and wet patches on
clothing and bedding. Worse still is when he shakes his head, spraying all
around him with dribble.
You really have to love a cat like this and I do. Life without him would be much poorer for me. There a moments of sheer bliss when on a lazy weekend morning when he snuggles up with me in bed, purring vigorously. He has full bed privileges during the day. This was established on the day the bed arrived. I had just finished assembling it and was looking out some bed clothing when I heard an altercation from the bedroom. George and Rufus were establishing who had first call on the bed. Although he believes that the bed is really his, he also understands that he must yield if I want a nap. He does this with poor grace, it must be said - he's the only cat I've ever met who can huff. So he moves and takes up his smaller allocation of the space available - unfortunately, this is rarely near the edge of the bed.
George recommends this web site highly.
George is finally coming to terms with two kittens that have invaded his life. It generally takes him about a month to start to wash them. He's already happy to sleep snuggled up with Archie and I hope to see Lotus Blossom added to the pile in a couple of weeks.
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