I have to confess that the sole reason for this post is to have a reason to write the word ‘nutjobbery’ because it tickles me rather uproariously… As there is clearly not a speck of ‘nutjobbery’ about me [ooh look… there it is again!] it seems only fitting that I apply the term endearingly to my everloving little nemesis…
I feel as though it is safe to do this because there are apparently no more entertaining things in his world than…
- Empty Toilet Rolls
- Knotted Ribbons
- Tunnel shaped card board boxes
- Rubbish bins, preferably bathroom ones which make lots of noise on tiled floors and which, incidentally, usually have the most interesting contents which may be spread artfully on said tiled floors.
- Candlewicked bathmats
- Screen Doors
- Hanging towels
- Bare toes [human]
- Full toilet rolls still in their packet
- Open cupboard doors
- One’s own tail
- Thin air
Apparently [and happily], things like goldfish are outré with the feline set these days.