Boyfriend's terrible ordeal

I was woken up, not particularly early as I had the day off work, by very
loud and persistent meowing. It sounded quite like what I call "the prey
miaow." Those of you who have hunting kitties will know what I mean.
I shot out of bed to avoid my kitchen being turned into a room that looks
like a pillow fight has taken place in it i.e. feathers everywhere. That's
what I was expecting to see.
Nothing. KFC stretched and flexed her toes in her good morning gesture; it
wasn't her, then. At first I couldn't locate where the noise was coming
from - bear in mind I had just woken up from a deep sleep nanoseconds ago.
So where was Boyfie?

Poor Boyfie had been accidentally shut in the porch overnight. It's a small
porch only about three feet wide/5 feet long and has a double door with
windows near the ground. I keep my cat food in there.
Just recently BF has been accompanying me to the porch to supervise me
getting his pouches of Whiskas at mealtimes. The problem is that he often
gets distracted by looking outside at the street (not that anything happens
there, lol, one car in half an hour would be rush-hour) and doesn't want to
come back inside straight away like I do.
I used to wait for him, holding the front door ready to close it. I would
say "Boyfs, come in now, I want to close the door" Mostly he would come
straight in then. *However* just recently he has said "no, wait, I'm
looking at something." I would then leave the front door open so he could
come back inside at his leisure, which he usually does within a few minutes,
then I close the door.
I was very busy doing various things last night and I only noticed the front
door was open when I went to go upstairs to bed. So I closed it, of course.
The poor lad must have been in there looking out at the nighttime
street..like kitty TV.
He had neither wee'd nor pooed in there. He shot outside like a bullet from
a gun when I let him free and when he came back inside he couldn't stop
talking and telling me about it.
He hadn't made a peep of noise all night. He must have just sat there
hoping I would soon get up. Normally I am up before 7 to go to work but if
I have a day off I always take the opportunity to sleep in for a couple of
hours extra.
I so love this cat. I think he is amazing. He was shut in the porch all
night and he didn't wake me up until 9.

Sam...

Well done, Boyfie! Next time you'll mind Meowmie when she says to come
in, won't you?

Christina Websell...

He still follows me to help me get the food pouches but he hasn't stepped
foot inside the porch since. He stays in the hall and watches from there.
It taught him a lesson he won't forget in a hurry I guess.

Adrian A...

Poor Boyfie, he must have thought his hoomin had gone mad ;o) I've never met

Christina Websell...

I'm sure he did. Like whatsizname the tennis bloke " I cannot BELIEVE
it!"
He's magnanimous, he forgave me immediately apart from having to tell me
about it for a couple of hours ;-)

him but I love him just from your stories.

Christina Websell...

I've said many times that I am really a dog person. There were a couple of
cats from my childhood, but they were adopted as ferals and used to scratch
me regularly. I thought all cats were like this. Then KFC came and my
opinion didn't alter too much! except that if she happened to be in a good
mood she would ask for a scritch, but even then she sometimes changed her
mind mid-scritch and clawed me.
I was not too pleased when Boyfriend turned up, then. OMG, I have
responsibility for another cat who is going to claw and bite me! I wanted
to give him away.
At the time, one of my colleagues was looking to adopt a cat. I said I
might have one that she could have. I told her about him but she said "I
don't want any manky old stray that you've picked up."
So she didn't have a chance of getting him after that and I kept him myself.
He is such a blessing in my life. I know I keep saying he's amazing but he
really is! I won't bore you all with more praise for him. At the moment
;-)

polonca12000...

Lots of purrs for Boyfriend,
Polonca and Soncek

Christina Websell...

He's fine. He forgave me immediately apart from moaning about it for ages,
thanks for your purrs.
"Hey, Meowmie, I got shut in this tiny porch all night"

"Yes, I know, it was an accident."

"there was no bed and nowhere to go toilet."

"Yes, I *know.* Read my lips again I didn't mean to shut you in the porch,
it was an ACCIDENT"

"But I was busting to wee."

"Could you just shut up now IT WAS AN ACCIDENT and I'm sorry"

"I wanted to poo as well, you know."

He went on and on. In the end I said "Go outside and look for rats before
you get a flea in your ear from me" He did. Instantly.
I won't let him turn into a drama queen.