Catzilla is in the house

What will I find when I get home? Will it be my little Mikacu? She is small, she is cute and she completely wins you over in 10 seconds. She loves to cuddle up in your arms, puts her little claws softly on your face to lick your nose and is purring in your ear that she loves you….

Or will it be Catzilla today? She looks like Mika but she is all claws, races around the apartment and climbs up the curtains. And I am not exaggerating when I say  I am not the only one who holds back when Catzilla is there. Both Senna and me are creeping around the house, trying not to make any sudden moves or we are jumped by the cat lady.

Luckily most of the time Senna and me share the house with Mika: a cute, clever Cornish Rex lady with some strange habits. One of them is her passion for fishing. I keep telling her that the wale hunt is banned and that she does not have a fishing permit, but she keeps on going. Also her eating habits need improvement; last week it was six tulips in three days, then I gave in and took away the flowers. I explained it was not a salad bar, but did she listen? Nope. And last but not least what is this thing with toilet roles? Where ever you put them, and I prefer somewhere close to the toilet, she will steel them, unrolls them and then starts shredding.

So as you understand she is indispensible. O, I just got a message from Senna; whenever you want you can pick up Catzilla free of charge…….