Saturday - Murphy had a great time last night - he went off for a sleepover with my stepdaughter (Emily) to a friend of hers who has a puppy - I dropped them off and he looked very smart in his best bandana, waiting at the door to get in. Meanwhile Gizzy our current cat and Murphy's boss (in the house) thoroughly enjoyed her evening without him.
He had a good run down by the river today - he loves water. For once he didn't chase the swans (very much) and didn't even eat the bread some little old lady was throwing to the ducks - unusually good behaviour!
But then things went wrong - he was invited up the stairs (he's not usually allowed) and came rushing up and into the bathroom, delighted with this - til he caught sight of the bath itself and realisation dawned... help! A quick turn around to shoot out the door again... and fetched himself a light bang on the head - too late, the door was closing!
After a brief struggle to get him in the bath (four legs are all very well but it just makes it more difficult to get them all in the bath at the same time) he contented himself with shivering and hanging his head out over the side while we did our worst... only one break for freedom and four towels and several changes of clothes for us later, it was all over. I think we're forgiven, til next time... and the bathroom always dries out in the end.
But whether he'll forgive Emily's plans to buy him a pink coat for Christmas is another matter - especially as his pal Archie the Airedale (who got a No. 1 all over last week) now has a green burberry coat with brown cord trim. Watch this space!
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