The weekend was wonderful. (And a sharp contrast to Monday). More of that on another post maybe. For now I’m going to stick to the fun stuff.
So I went home to Pune for the weekend and had a lovely time with mum, dad and the mean cat (who is handsomer than ever by the way). Good food, long cosy chats, and a few funny mishaps.
Since we all love a good laugh, let me relate one of the mishaps.
We have a deck chair in the balcony, which really belongs to Minmin (aka the mean cat). You wouldn’t want to sit on his chair if you’re not dressed in dragon-hide. If you dare, well we leave you to the mean cat’s mercy. Sometimes however you might get lucky. He might just curl up on your lap and purr away to sleep. I, dear readers, pushed my luck too far. Minmin was curled upon the deck chair, looking like the angel he definitely isn’t. I stealthily picked him up, sat in the chair and placed him in my lap. Yes, I had hoped to get away with it. Minmin woke up, gave me a dirty look, leapt off me (taking care to dig his claws into my legs as a goodbye), and stalked away.
I continued to sit in the deck chair, albeit slightly disconcerted by his look. Sadly I couldn’t enjoy the chair for more than five minutes, because its fabric gave way with an almighty screech and I fell through with my butt on the floor and my arms and legs flailing.
Dad will probably repair the chair with some new fabric. But whether they do or not, I for one am never sitting on the chair again.
PS: In the evening, Minmin inspected the chair and meowed morosely. So it’s probably all hands to work, and the chair should be as good as new by tomorrow!