Bunty’s grey cat Monkey had a nightmare recently. One moment she and Pochi were curled fast asleep on the office chair; the next, she was hissing like a fury, and attacking Pochi’s head with all her claws and teeth. Pochi woke up and ran off, and Monkey was left sitting there, looking spooked and confused. I snapped this picture a few minutes later, when the still half-asleep Pochi jumped back onto the chair to lick her sister better.
Based in Scotland, my boyfriend Bunty and I open our door to unwanted pets and try to enrich their lives with freedom and wonder. The upshot is that we are greeted every morning by butts in our faces, ripped wallpaper, and an ear-splitting cacophony of demands for breakfast. That means they love us, right?
Our little girly cat hasn’t had any nightmares that we have been aware of, but the studly man has several times. Leap, run like a demon is up his derriere, and then stop … looking so dazed and confused. Of course, we don’t laugh until he’s been cuddled and calmed.
It’s funny how the bigger ones are also the bigger scaredy-cats. Monkey is twice the size of Pochi.
Not sure whether my phone has captured the true colour. Striking, anyway!