This afternoon I was loafing on the shared ‘canine/ex-bootneck’ long settee in my office, having just returned from a walk in a cold killer wind; when my ‘mail’ pinged. It was from a good mate whose wife fosters cats for owners who require short/long stay hospital treatment. Currently they are proud foster parents to three felines, belonging to a single owner who is due to be released from hospital tomorrow. It is fair to say that my mate is a reluctant foster parent, as cats make him sneeze… Really sneeze, and I do mean REALLY SNEEZE, often, and sustained, until the cats are redeployed back from where they whence came! His good wife has assured him that this last batch of triplets are definitely the last they will ever foster; sadly she also said that in early December last year. It has to be said that it is done out of the kindness of
their her heart, as it is part of a charity assisted program. Having clicked on the JPEG images attached they eventually started popping open. From over my shoulder there was a loud audible gulp as the first image appeared!
I turned to find Nipper doing a double take at me, and then at the screen, just as the second image popped. I would swear to the fact that I heard a whispered ‘Oh Bugger‘ in a Yorkshire accent, which is the equivalent of a whispered ‘Santa María’ in a Spanish accent! I frantically tried to shield the third image as it popped open, but failed miserably!
Then I noticed the bones alongside the felines flick-claw-pads? What on ‘Gawds’ green earth am I looking at, It is a cat in full armour. In fact it is described as ‘cat battle armor’, made of real leather and works as a harness, but also “allows unimpeded movement across the battlefield or living room floor.”
Without further ado I called my mate (and reassured Nipper he was dreaming, as I gently closed the laptop screen). It transpires that my mate is actually taking delivery of a young rescue dog, a typical ‘Heinz 57 varieties’ type, which he has walked and associated with over the past few days, without one single ‘kertishoooo’ taking place.
It further transpires that the six month old canine will also have a pal, a young short-haired Devon Rex kitten, which again he has actually associated with, without any air pressured droplets being fired from his flared nostrils. He reckons it’s a fair trade-off as it will keep his ‘missus’ happy, and he has recently started working from home full-time, so big smiles all round. Except… when he arrived back home from picking up a morning paper, the cat battle armor was left on full view on his wife’s computer screen. Apparently it is actually a harness, a very well made battle harness… Schnabuble: Cat Battle Armor
Subliminal mind planted images! Did I also mention that my mate is very gullible, and that to this day his ‘missus’ can still wrap him around her little finger? Consider your self told, and I dread to think what his puppy is going to end up wearing! As if bloody cat’s require a secondary advantage Yours Aye