The Saga Continues (Part 8)

When Maid took me into the Bliss Spa Executive suite for a good pamper and groom session, I was pleased to see that the place had been enhanced with a particularly fine work of art.

I do appreciate and support the arts, and was impressed by the white porcelain and gold embellished artwork which caught the sunshine and glittered. Somehow it enhanced my time there as I was being brushed then my coat was teased and powdered. I took time to sniff the piece of art, and feel the quality of the china.

Clearly it had either been commissioned with my Bliss Spa Executive suite in mind, or had been sent as a gift for the regal personality here at Tom Cat Towers (me) who would be viewing its sublime grace and beauty and would appreciate the quality and workmanship.

I had a really good pelt sort out, Maid spent ages on me, which is no more than I expect. Masses of fur was teased out as my fur became more and more silk-like. I stood on the windowsill and admired the birds that flew past, as they tried to catch a glimpse of my new work of art which was on display. Then I was fluffed up like a fur ball and baby powder gently blown through my soft silky fur. I felt like the superstar that I am. My experience was then enhanced as I was given a fine dining experience with something from a pouch with a cat’s happy smiling face. It tasted good as I dined by the magnificent work of art which has been donated to my Spa area.

I firmly believe that Tom Cat Towers is being upgraded to reflect who is in residence here. About time too! In fact it could soon be time I thought about upgrading staff to a more acceptable level. Maid is a bit hit and miss with my grooming at times. She doesn’t seem to have a regular itinerary, and going to that place called work does upset my routine somewhat. As the royal member of this household I do need a social diary and itinerary so everyone knows how the world revolves around me and my simple needs and requirements.

Maid’s version!

I found an old, slightly battered ceramic Harrods’s pasta jar in our local hospice shop. For two quid it will do to save up five and twenty pence pieces. I placed it in the kitchen window where I groom Madam. I have joking said I will save up for a bottle of Cristal champagne.

That will horrify Madam, she doesn’t seem to approve of my drinking at all and will wrinkle her nose if she smells wine! Madam sees the worktop by the kitchen window as her own personal grooming area, almost like a spa area where I am allowed to groom her back and chin as she watches the birds, mainly blackbirds and seagulls out of the window. Her tummy and pantaloons have to be done in the bathroom after I have had a bath and she can lie on the floor. She is most particular about where and how she is groomed! If I don’t get it 100% right then I get a mew of annoyance and she takes herself off to stew about it, giving me a hard stare as she goes!

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