The naked cat, the witch and the wardrobe...

Anyone want an ugly naked cat?

Seriously I think Hugo is determined this week to drive me insane!  (I'm still missing one pair of socks!)

Anyway, to today's tale of evil felinity.......

He has always had a bit of an obsession about my wardrobe... not entirely sure why, it's a pretty normal wardrobe, it contains clothes, shoes, a couple of bags of the yarn stash carefully hidden and the back, oh and a stack of computer paper for my very ancient, in fact almost antique, daisy wheel printer (yep, the ones that are capable of waking the dead when the run... what can I say I am a hoarder of all things, including my first ever computer - a BBC Model B, complete with 5 3/4 inch double disk drive, games on tape and that printer - occasionally I attach it to the TV and play very silly games.... chuckie egg? lemmings? anyone??).

So anyway, where was I... ah yes, the wardrobe.... a thing of fascination and intrigue.... at least if your name is Hugo

Now, after three years, I am kind of wise to his antics and not only are the door handles tied with the handles of the carrier bag that hangs off them, but the door is also wedged by the laundry basket too..... this doesn't stop him trying, and in fact, there are many 4 am moments spent cursing as he scratches at the door and wails pathetically ....

Back to today.... having got home from work shortly before 5 pm, wrangled the hell hounds into some form of order by flinging chicken wings at them (after reading the riot act about the fact water bowls are for drinking out of not emptying all over the floor to make completely unsafe), and then wandered upstairs to change out of work clothes and to make suitable offerings of sustenance to the cats... only I couldn't get in my bedroom .....

When I'd finally, by dint of trying to bend my arm round the edge of the door that would open and eventually push the clothes airer away from it, I was rather annoyed to find that he had finally managed to break into the  wardrobe.  The laundry basket had been tipped over, the carrier bag shredded and the wardrobe door was wide open......... and most of my clothes, half of one of the bags of yarn and a sprinkling of shredded paper that looked like confetti were spread around the floor

And in the middle of it all, on the now empty top shelf of the wardrobe, above what was left of the clothes on hangers, sat the Hugo, looking supremely pleased with himself..............

I had to go shut myself in the bathroom for five minutes and count the shower gels till I calmed down enough not to actually strangle him ......