Bliss

Today was spent bringing the gloriously delicious Bagpurrito home from the shelter. I have been quite overcome by emotion most of the day, alternating between quiet bliss and tearful joy at once again having a cat in the house, and such an incredibly nice cat, at that.

He is so very, very, squishably, loveably, purrably, adorably Bagpuss-like that I can’t believe his former owner gave him away. How foolish and/or heartbroken they must have been.

He spent the first hour sensibly cowering under my and Husbands’ bed while Four cried bitterly. After a while I realised that he couldn’t get out even if he wanted to because he was too fat (our bed is very low) so I raised the legs with four Anthony Trollope Novels (read one, read em all and he wrote about a million) and then he did edge a bit closer to the sides. However, we inadvertantly discovered that he is a complete fool for a song when we serenaded him with a Mexican-Style,  3/4 time, two-liner penned just for him and he came straight out and rolled onto his back, squirming with pleasure:

Burrito, Burrito, the Bagpussisito

Burrito, Burrito, the Marmalade Cat

Of course you have to imagine this with hombres strumming on a nylon string guitar, trumpets playing and senoritas dancing around  in frilly dresses with castanets in his honour.

You get the picture.

Since then he has been languishing on the bed, doling out affection and tireless love with endless good temper.

How lucky we are!

BTW.  If anyone wants to read a proper post from me, not just feline froth, I am writing a weekly column at Bambino Goodies and the first one is up now. Do head on over there and feel free to comment so that they actually think that it was worth hiring me..

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