slink

I thought it was time that I introduced you to the bane of our life: Slinky. Slink is our neighbour's cat. He is a 10 years old Burmese. When we first moved in, he would timidly slink around us in that way that cats have, so we called him Slinky. That, of course, is not his real name. Now, he treats our house as an extension of his own and he seems to think that we belong to him. I don't know if you know much about Burmese but they have been bred to need the company of human beings. They are much more like dogs than cats. He insists on being as close to you at all times, regardless of what you are doing, and often this will involve him sitting on your shoulder or, as he did on one occasion, on the top of my head. Add to this a cry that sounds uncannily like a human baby crying for food, and he is impossible to resist. He can keep up a cry for as long as three hours until you finally crack under the pressure and let him have whatever he wants. Fortunately, all he usually wants is to sit on our lap.

A Slink story: one night Mrs McMuffin and I were sitting watching TV. We could hear Slink crying outside our window, but couldn't be bothered to get up to let him in. Suddenly there was a crash against the window. I went to the front door to see what had happened. There was Slink waiting, and as he trotted into the house it was clear he had a slight limp. I can only assume that he had thrown himself against the window in a desperate attempt to get into the house.

How could anyone resist that?

mr mcmuffin