The Scrap Cat Chronicles: Autumn Whiskers and Office Adventures

Well, hello again, humans. It’s me, Scrap Cat, Queen of the Yard, Mistress of the Metal, and Professional Keyboard Warmer.

It’s that time of year again when the sun seems to forget its job and the air starts nipping at my whiskers. The humans call it autumn. I call it blanket season.

All summer long I was the unstoppable force of Mellor Metals. You could find me patrolling the yard like a shiny-furred security guard, leaping between stacks of scrap like some sort of feline superhero. I chased the shadows, inspected incoming deliveries, and occasionally (purely for morale purposes, you understand) left a small “present” by the office door.

But now… the breeze is colder, the mornings are misty, and the metal under my paws has that frosty bite. So I’ve declared my official winter headquarters: the office. Ah, the office. Warm, humming, and filled with my loyal subjects. They think they’re here to work, but we all know the truth: they’re here to serve me.

Every morning, I curl up in my favourite bed by the radiator, the one with the blanket that smells faintly of printer ink and kindness. I stretch, yawn, and give my best “aren’t I adorable?” face. Works every time. Before long, I hear the glorious sound of my favourite words: “Who’s got treats for Scrap Cat?”

That’s my cue. I sit up, tail elegantly curled, and give my most persuasive meow. Not a demanding one, oh no. I’m far too refined for that. It’s the kind of meow that says, “I could be patient, but why make me wait?”

Once the treats are dispensed (usually two, sometimes three if I deploy the head-tilt), I commence my next mission: Operation Attention.

This is where I execute my signature move, the keyboard flop. You see, humans seem obsessed with tapping away at those noisy squares. So, naturally, I place myself right in the middle of their work. It’s not sabotage, it’s strategy. I stretch across the keys, purr deeply, and look up with wide, innocent eyes. Works every time. They stop typing and start fussing. Exactly as planned.

Some days, when the wind howls through the yard and rain drums on the roof, I’ll watch from my office throne, the big windowsill that gives me a perfect view of everything. Forklifts move, sparks fly, and the humans bustle about. It’s busy, noisy, and a bit chaotic… but it’s home.

I’ve come a long way since the days when I was lost and limping. Now I’ve got a warm bed, endless attention, and an entire scrapyard to rule. And even though I might slow down a bit when it’s cold, don’t you worry, come summer, I’ll be back out there, tail high, chasing bolts and basking in the sunshine.

Until then, I’ll be right here, curled up by the heater, dreaming of rust, rivets, and the next tin of treats.

Purrs and paw prints,
Scrap Cat  🐾

Official Mascot of Mellor Metals and probably your boss.