I've been a bad kitty and am in the dog house - or should that be the cat house?
I was sitting on the sofa next to Mum last night like we usually do, and I'd been asleep (nothing new there). Then I woke up, got up and down off the sofa a couple of times, and then decided I wanted to sit on Mum's lap. She obviously wasn't too keen for some reason, I suppose 8 kg of fat ginger cat can get a bit heavy after a while, so she wouldn't let me sit on her. I was getting a bit frustrated by now, not getting my own way, so as she pushed me back with her arm, I bit her!
As soon as I'd done it, I knew I was in trouble. In fact, this dawned on me the instant i'd done it, but what to do? There I am with my teeth firmly embedded in Mum's arm - good job she was wearing a thick jumper. She didn't say or do anything, but just looked at me with that kind of look that makes a kitty know he's in trouble. So I let go, at which point I was shooshed off the sofa.
So now I don't know what to do. I tried rolling on my back and looking cute. I tried playing with my toys. I tried scampering about. I tried to sit on Mum's lap again, but she wasn't having any of it. She's not talking to me now and this morning even shut the bathroom door so I couldn't escort her to the toilet like I always do in the mornings. Now I know things are bad!
Will just have to sit on the bed for a while and hope she come's round soon.
I'm a big fat bad ginger cat.