Stinky flea face

That’s the new name for my cat.

Several years ago, my cat was my furbaby. Horrendously spoilt, fed on cuts of ham and lickings of angel delight (I admit that isn’t standard cat food but he did really love angel delight).

However, my furbaby died 6 weeks after the Wee Man arrived.

And the Other Half said that the house didn’t feel right without a cat.

So, despite my misgivings, we got a new one.

And I went from cat lover, to cat barely-tolerator. Something which I never thought would happen…

But this cat, this lemon, this stinky fleaface, causes one problem after another.

She wees everywhere. She throws up all the time. She sits by my ear when I’m eating, and attempts to dive face first into my bowl.

She hides under the bed when I’m asleep and makes wierd pooty noises of the like I have never heard a cat make before.

And today, she sat on my laptop whilst I was creating a culinary delight for dinner (sausage and pumpkin hotpot) and DROOLED all over it SO MUCH that it has gone a bit mental and now refuses to work.

That is why she’s stinky fleaface.

Boo to drooling cats.