Why you shouldn't have cats....

Thursday morning, 10 o'clock... I come home from the hairdresser, completely relaxed - well, as relaxed as you can be after your hairdresser of 7 years told you that today is her last day and you'll have to find somebody else who does your hair... - When I opened the door, my little purring macho vanished into my bedroom. This is nothing unusual for him, he pretends to be supercool though he is rather a little pussy cat - what a good joke! - and when the door opens he shelters under the bed. You never know who comes in.... But todays behaviour went one step further.... He pressed his belly against the floor and tried to be invisible. Rather strange.... He was basically wearing a sign on his forehead with huge, red letters: "It wasn't me! Blame it on somebody else!"
When I came closer to the kitchen table I noticed why... Behind the table was a huge mess. Brown, white and green stuff on the floor.... No, this doesn't look like somebody had overturned the bowl with the dry food. On the floor were two plants from the windowsill, one of the potts smashed and soil all over the place.... So well, my little Mr Scaredy-Cat had all the reasons to act invisible. As I know perfectly well that it was him...
Needless to say that both cats vanished when they saw me opening the storage board not to take out their favorite toy but the hover....

So but why do people have cats? Well, look at the two of them... Answer enough to this question? It is only a week since they moved in here but I'd never ever want to give them back! Even if they smash my flower pots. .

 My little mouse

Mr Macho