Nov 17, 2020: Ol’ Piss Bags

A crime has taken place.

This morning Carole got up to get ready for work. I know this because she was extremely noisy and very clompy this morning as her mood was less than resplendent.

She came downstairs. She was attacked, all the way, by Peppa. Peppa then continued to attack her in every doorway in the downstairs area and, again, when she went to the car to put something in. Peppa was out of sorts. Or as Carole put it, loudly, “SHE’S FERAL!”

When I got up, a bit later on after Carole had left for work, Peppa was fine.

But a crime had been committed.

Something has peed on Carole’s bag.

It’s not me. I’m fairly sure it’s not Carole.

I’m equally fairly sure it’s not Peppa. It might have been, but it’s exceptionally out of character for her. But then, she was acting like a crazy feline this morning, so maybe she did.

But, we have another theory.

The bastard interloping cat.

We’ve taken, now, to moving Peppa’s food bowl well away from the cat flap at night. But this morning it was completely empty. Peppa is normally quite a weird eater and leaves the corners of her biscuits – no idea why, but it’s something she does. But there were no corners.

Carole is suspicious that the interloper has not only interloped, but skedaddled its way upstairs and nommed Peppa’s food during the night. And pissed, or at the very least, scent marked Carole’s bag for good measure. At some point during all this, Peppa has either discovered it or found the evidence afterwards and been incredibly out of sorts because of it.

Or she’s lost the plot and is pissing on bags now.

I know she managed to go out last night, though, as she has left muddy paw prints across the duvet when she visited in the wee small hours of the morning and, I noticed before I got in the shower, across my bare flesh too.

At least, I assume it was her.

So now I’m taking advantage of lockdown 2.0 and staying up all night just to see if anything happens. Much like anything, whenever we try and observe it cock all is afoot. The trail camera has picked up a cat which glows in the UV light but not caught any evidence of it coming in. And from what I’ve heard, it can’t fathom out the sticky tape handle on the flap either, so I didn’t think it could get in.

But maybe it does.

So, sitting up tonight I shall be. Waiting.

Nothing will happen, and then I’ll go to bed at something o’clock in the morning as Carole is getting ready for work and be woken about an hour later by the Amazon man (not for me, that’s tomorrow – hahahahahaha – if I’m lucky) bringing things for Caz, because there’s no way in chuff it’ll be a late delivery if I don’t go to bed until about half past five…