Orlando came to me nearly 18 months ago, lodging at my house with her owner (a good friend of mine) for a couple of months. For one reason or another Orlando is still with me. In the main Orlando is an affectionate cat that likes human company, so I was happy to have her stay with me, especially as talking to the cat is better than talking to one’s self!
While very affectionate and so lovely when she is, Orlando has an aristocratic air. “Her Ladyship” as she is also known clearly thinks she owns the place, and that everybody’s life revolves around her. Her affections are on her terms, and she can be at times prone to bad temper and the bloody-mindedness that befits an old lass of 15 years. She has been spoilt and is used to getting her way, having her favourite spots and getting irritated if anyone dares sit in HER chair. Recently she refused to come back in the house and spent all day outside while I was at work refusing to come in at lunchtime too after a special visit to retrieve her. Instead she sulked in a flower box! (see below)
However as well as the airs and graces Orlando is quite capable of slumming it too. For some reason lately she has decided to shun all of the comfortable places in my house if favour of a plastic bag on my attic floor! It’s one I’ve been meaning to recycle but lazily left it lying around. Now Orlando has adopted it and it has become her favourite bed. We sit together in the attic, me typing, Orlando rustling, and while away the hours. Speaking of beds, it’s now time for mine but it won’t be a Morrison’s carrier bag!
