Catsitting

We have been catsitting Jim for the past week:

It has been really nice, and we both miss him, now that he has gone back upstairs. The empty food bowl stares back at us, and sitting on the sofa watching TV is just not the same thing without his purring. He is such a social cat, and it is funny how quickly we got used to having him here again. He has really become our baby - we buy him treats, let him eat our dinner, make sure he's entertained, give him the best blanket, and let him sleep on the bed. The bed, yes. Well, that has become a bit of a tricky one. Sleeping on our bed, he soon got used to lying in the middle - thus making me sleep at the very edge, almost falling out - and Tim crammed up against the wall. And still we cannot say no or move him, because we like him there, and want him to be happy. Although there are a few things that in the end got to me: making him breakfast being the main one. Of course his owners normally get up sinfully early, and thus he expects us to get up at the same time. He has worked out that I am the soft one, and that I am the one that should be woken up. So, he climbs on top of me, and then jumps up and down on my chest until I get up and feed him! Getting up at 5.45 on a Saturday morning is not a hit! Also - and this has nothing to do with any kinds of hormonal morning sicknesses - opening a tin of 'super meat' at that time of the day just makes me want to hurl... And still, we both spoil him rotten. We are both starting to wonder how we will do if we were ever to have a real baby...