The insanity of Montgomery

Doug and I disagree on many things. One of these is the stupidness of our cats. Doug pretends merely to suffer their presence and is vociferous in the opinion that in a stupidity contest with Jade Goody and Paris Hilton, they'd be runaway winners. I think that they're as smart as paint and would probably beat Doug hands down at Trivial Pursuit; that said, Jade Goody and Paris Hilton could probably beat Doug at Trivial Pursuit.

However, I've decided that Doug might have a point. Not only that, but that Monty has actually passed beyond mere stupidity and has moved on to actual insanity.

It only ever happens when I'm making up Sam's formula at night but the moment the steriliser comes out of the microwave he is up on the counter in the blink of an eye, through my arms and trying to dive head first in to the bottles. Its as if he pushed really hard on the bottle neck he'd succeed in getting his head into the bottle like something out of a Tex Avery cartoon. I could understand it if it was actual formula he was trying to get at as he loves all milky/creamy food and drink, but he does this before any of the powder has gone in. Thus my two minute task of making up a couple of bottles ends up as a ten minute exercise in cat wrestling.

Perhaps he's some sort of feline genie, trying to get back into his bottle. Although I'd not have pegged a scratched Avent 9oz bottle as a suitable home for such a magical creature. But again, he manages to make cat sick mysteriously disappear with hardly a mark on the carpet on which he deposited it....