Poor old Humphrey is a bit up tipped at the moment. Being a black cat he's not overly fond of the heat anyway and with the arrival of TYM home late Sunday afternoon, all the bags and cases make him decidedly twitchy. Normally we ship him off before we pack as he heads for the hills otherwise the minute he sees luggage...to him it can only mean one thing. The Box of Doom where cruel owners take their helpless pets to the cattery or worse still the VET.
Both the feline and TYM keep similar hours...sleep in later and stay up later so the two of them often cross paths in the early hours when we are dead to the world. Last night TYM headed off out to catch up with some mates over a couple of sherbets. As is oft the case he fell asleep on the sofa downstairs until the small hours and awoke to find a special cat gift for him from H. Evidently he'd gone to a lot of trouble with his choice, but TYM didn't appreciate his efforts. It may have been unique, but TYM was not thrilled to find a dead mouse in his shoe. I laughed like a drain when he told me and even he saw the funny side when I pointed out that poor old Humph could hardly be expected to buy him an ASOS voucher now could he!