Typical evening for Eva..



Thats after waking me up at 4:30am by bouncing on my bladder then knocking over my glass of water and generally being a tw*t at that time of the morning.
Then, when i get up and usually stand in some kind of half eaten bird, vole, mouse etc on the landing, it’s then time to feed her, which she almost always decides to vomit up somewhere in my cottage, and at maximum volume.
Sometimes i’m happy just to leave for work, even if i’m lucky enough for her not to have skinned me alive just for stroking her.
When i arrive home from work she’s a little more amicable having done shit all during the day, bar shedding her fur all over any black clothing i own and doing her best to destroy my La-Z-Boy armchair by using it as a scratching post.
Then it’s feeding time again, and low and behold she distributes the food anywhere and everywhere with the added bonus of some sort of mouse guts in the mix via vomit.
This is what i get for asking the Blue Cross to give me the cat that no one wants or wants to re home.

Would i change anything…

Fcuk no, i wouldn’t change it for the world. She’s just perfect.