Cat Sitting

This week I am cat sitting. My good friend and nieghbour KC is lucky enough to have gone on holiday and I am looking after the cat. Well, I say looking after, she's not at my house or anything but I am going around to KC's and feeding and watering her, and giving her a bit of fuss to boot. Regis, or Reg for short, should have recognised me from a year or so ago but I think she ws a bit cagey to begin with.

In fact on Monday, Day 1, I didn't even see her, presumably she was sculking in the wardrobe like she has done in the past. On Tuesday she was mooching about but a bit weary, letting me give her a bit of a stroke before wandering off. Then yesterday, Day 3, she was right there around the bowls, chomping down the Whiskas so soon as the bowl hit the ground and enjoying a bit of a fuss. Today, she was much more concerned with trying to get out; mewing at the door and rubbing herself up against anything there was, its understandable, she usually goes out quite a lot and has been cooped up for 4 days. I had to coax her onto the window ledge and run off out the door so she couldn't get out.

i must say, I'm quite enjoying it, looking after a cat, ok so it only takes about 5 minutes a day but its still quite a responsibility. So far, so good- But what will happen tomorrow??
This is Reg. All together now- Awwwww!