Cat Sitting, Chelsea Says Its Best

Chelsea, Why I Prefer Cat Sitting

It is that time of year when I hope for I could discuss things with my owners. They by and large understand what I want. I can meow in different ways, I can paw at the door and they will either open the door or get some treats for me.

Compared to some of the neighbourhood cats, I am perfectly looked after. I may not like some of it but I know it is necessary for my good wellbeing. I don’t like going to the vet. It starts with having to get into the travel carrier and then into the car. Do you humans not know that cars and driving is dangerous? I hate using up my nine lives. If, like me, you are not really young or old it’s the most probable way you are going to conk out. Then when I get there he forces my mouth open a good look around and then sticks that thermometer up my backside. Doesn’t he know that cats do not fall prey to swine fever? Then he injects me in the neck - a rightpain in the neck. On top of all this, my owner does not understand why, with all this, I sulk at the vet.

We ramble, so what’s disturbing me? The children and elders on all sides of me all have those coloured advertising material, the atlas and the map out, choosing which exotic locations they could go to on vacation. I don’t know why she is looking up where those places are, she specialised in geography at University. Those humans think that they are so bright but why leave home, when they have so much here at home?

They say I am so valuable but when they have chosen and booked the vacation, only then do they mull over me. For me, it’s a no brainer, use cat sitting. But there is father and he can be so mean with the money, though he spends enough on a good champagne and what about the cost of his iphone? His line of thought is to impose on the mother in law, not because he loves her so much but because he just wants a cheap option - she can do the cat sitting in her villa. I am OK with dogs, I prefer Auntie Shirley's to her Bichon Frise. His Collie is quite well behaved, size is not important (only for dogs) and I can put them in their place, regardless of their mass. It’s the little yappy dogs like her Bichon Frise that are just so exasperating, on a regular basis. Petite persons are frequently nastier than the hefty ones. History reminds us, Hitler was small. It’s also such a bother going to whoever is looking after me, and then back. Daddy gets so irritated collecting me after the vacation. I know it so well, �I have been working all day, then I have to go and fetchthe damnedcat!� You wouldn’t have to if you used a practiced cat sitter.

Don’t they understandthat I don’t like leaving my comfort zone? I still have loads of the characteristics of my origins from the feral cats. I protect my quarter and that’s why my male friends, who are so archaic, go out and mark their quarter. Cat sitting allows me to live in my quarterwhere I am relaxed.

Mother is more along the line of taking me to a cattery, where �at least she is safe.� She totally misses the point that I am in a diminutive wooden cage, with a load of earsplitting cats I have never met and won’t again, I hope. Then they question, when they arrive to collect me, why I am so grubby and emaciated. I am eager they will decide on cat sitting as they tried it last year and I kept my fantastic shape. The cat sitting was magnificent! They presented me to the cat sitter and she was so nice - a tutor would you believe. My parents showed the cat sitter where all my rations were and how I liked to be played and fussed with. The cat sitter was shown my favourite sitting spots, even though I have legs (twice as many as her). Even thoughI missed my parentsduring the holiday, the nice lady came for the cat sitting and she was dedicated to playing with me and feeding me. She was a practiced cat sitter. I recollect a family friend who did cat sitting for me but he didn’t even realize how to carry me. He didn' get scratched as I am such a self controlled cat. With proficient cat sitting, none of the being pushed away so he can finish reading his rag. Why bother since the news is so depressing these days?

Everyone seemed so content with the cat sitting when they arrived back from holiday- and Dad did not have to go and collect me. They had missed me and as they unloaded, They gave me tonsof attention. They even read the diary of the cat sitter. The London cat sitting service they used had even placedsome images of me on their website - so they knew I was okay. Mother was also happy that none of her plants had died as the cat sitter had tended the garden and watered the plant life inside. She was also content to examine her mail. A lot of it seemed to be junk mail but she was cheerful. The cat sitter had emptied the mail box so no need to redirect the post. Cat sitting, with somebody poping by, was almost certainly a factor why no one broke in and burgled the villa this year . Later, father was on cloud nine when he realised that cat sitting was cheaper than the cattery .

Oh, I wish they would understand me if I said , �Make my day and use the cat sitting option!� Maybe I should learn to write �I want cat sitting.� Perhaps I must find an important person in marketing to advertise �9 out of 10 cats prefer cat sitting’.

Come on make a decision - a clever one. Yippee, intellect has prevailed, they have selected cat sitting!

Chelsea the advocate for cat sitting (but please note I am an interested party).