catblogging days are numbered and about time too

When we started blogging we had no idea how it might turn out. We had no idea that Slink's hold on our real lives would become so apparent in our online life. He bags a disproportionate share of our posts for a creature who has no idea how to log on, although he's quite good at walking over the keyboard. This time Slink has gone too far. He actually stood in front of me on the dining room table and sprayed over the table and one of Mr McMuffin's work files. Slink has been ejected from the house and if you believe Mr McMuffin, from our lives.

This makes me very sad. I'm not sure how I'm going to cope with the endless screaming outside the back door and the attempts to open the window and enter the house. Ra has also been kicked out and is sitting on the kitchen windowsill staring wistfully in. I've often tried to understand how we've allowed all this to happen.

I think it must be a bit like an affair. We were flattered that such gorgeous and charming creatures wanted to spend time with us. They didn't want much, just companionship and attention. Then they started to get a bit needy but only because they 'loved' us and we sort of fell in love with them. Then the demands started; food, staying over, constant reassurance and cuddling. Then it became embarassing, lots of acting out when friends came over, flaunting their knowledge of our house to their owner. We're now in full on bunny boiler mode, spraying and pooing everywhere. I'm running the bath right now.

Update: Sorry to disappoint Steve, but Mr McMuffin has a will of butter. I returned from feeding my sister's cats (cats, more bloody cats) to find that Slink was in the house and what's more, being fed by the soppy git I am married to.