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My sickness abates, but my annoyance with the bold Ju Ju grows.

Last night, the stout and fluffy little monster went outside and shouted to come back in more or less straight away. I ignored her, but when I looked out a short while later, she was nowhere to be seen. I called her, to no avail, but this is pretty normal and I didn't think too much of it. But when Ju Ju still hadn't returned by the time Patsington and I were retiring to bed, I began to get worried. After all, she never waddles too far away from the house, so for her not to respond to a call for this long is not the norm. Finally I had to give up, and was besieged with worries about Ju Ju getting into a car accident/being attacked by a fox/ getting trapped somewhere.

And then, just when I was going to turn off the bedside light, I realised that I hadn't drawn the curtains in the spare room, and went in to do so.

And there, sitting in the bed, purring like a jet engine, was the dreadful Ju Ju. The small window had been open a crack that afternoon to air the room (whose door has to be kept closed because if not, Ju Ju claims it as her own), and somehow the revolting animal had managed to push it open and clamber in. While I had been calling her in increasing desperation, she had been lolling on the spare room duvet, covering it with her fluff.

She's currently sitting slap bang in the middle of the couch, although she is fully aware that she's not allowed.

She is a very, very bold cat. I do love her, though.


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Dec. 2nd, 2005 02:58 pm (UTC)
She knows exactly how far she can push, doesn't she - and then goes a little bit further.

It's easy to tell where Muffin's currently favoured sleeping place is: it's the area covered in his fluff. I think he chooses the places where black will show up most.
Dec. 2nd, 2005 11:34 pm (UTC)
Hee! Ju Ju does the same, with whatever shows up white fluff. Which is pretty much everything, alas!
Dec. 2nd, 2005 03:05 pm (UTC)
I rememeber from my own kitty owning days sometimes wondering if it was the cat with the pet human, or the human with the pet cat?
Dec. 2nd, 2005 11:35 pm (UTC)
I'm afraid it's always the former!
Dec. 2nd, 2005 03:44 pm (UTC)
That sounds so familiar :-) There are some days when our cat is in the house and we do not know how she got in.
Dec. 2nd, 2005 04:23 pm (UTC)
At least she doesn't spend any time in the coal shed. Willow (a white (or mostly-white) cat like Ju Ju) has taken to spending a lot of time sleeping in ours, so she is always covered in filth. Even her jaunty new collar can't redeem her looks.
Dec. 3rd, 2005 11:48 am (UTC)
But she does like sitting under cars, and that gets her all oily! At least coal dust sort of washes off...
Dec. 2nd, 2005 05:13 pm (UTC)
She is a sweet-natured baby-loving cat! Do I have to come over again and present you with the sight of her purring against Gnome's ear to melt your stern resolve to find her irretrievably bold?
Dec. 2nd, 2005 11:36 pm (UTC)
Aww, I wish you would! Ju Ju misses her admirers. And so do I!

I think Ju Ju and the Gnome is the sweetest thing I've ever seen. Particularly the Gnome head-resting/Ju Ju purring combo.
Dec. 2nd, 2005 09:30 pm (UTC)
You're cat actually comes when called? I am so impressed.
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