This is Chester. We have a major discussion coming up.
He knows I’m not happy. We had a discussion about claws and furniture a while back where it was clearly understood that the scratching post was where he worked on his anger management issues.
And for quite some time I thought it was working.
More fool me.
The trouble is, there are certain parts of a room you don’t venture very often, and one of them is that small space behind the chairs in the lounge. We have a cleaning lady so we don’t venture there very often.
But it’s where we keep our DVD collection, not that we look at DVDs any more, but someone else was looking for one. That’s where I noticed the damage. Near the scratching post, on the corner of the lounge chair, clear evidence of the cat’s work.
He thought if he did it out of sight we wouldn’t notice. He would be right, except for exceptional circumstances.
Now I’m looking for him. He knows. Perhaps that was the reason for the fearsome attitude the other day. Where’s the tiger now?
I can wait. He has to come out eventually.