I was thinking about today’s question where I couldn’t list 5 fun things I do. I realised that I do have a lot of fun everyday, because cats are fun; except:
They seem to have a sixth sense about when you must go out on time, when you cannot be late, and respond to that with utter chaos.
Ten days ago I was taking Amie to the vet, I snuck the basket into the house silently. Marcus jumped on top, overbalanced, knocked it over with a crash. Nini panicked and jumped on the worktop, attempted to leap from there to the window sill, overbalanced, fell off, knocked a glass off the worktop and smashed it. He then fell amongst the carnage and shot off before I could check for injuries.
I drove to the vet praying that I wouldn’t get back home, have to grab a cat, and reverse the whole process. Whilst I was driving my ring finger was irritating me, that’s because whilst Nini was in one piece I was lacerated!
Got to the vets, asked for a plaster which they provided, although the nurse did look puzzled as to why the vet was asking for a sticking plaster for a cat. She had to say ‘for a human’ before light dawned. I stuck said plaster on my finger, and a minute or so later the vet said ‘you may want to remove the plaster you’ve cut off your circulation’. It had stopped bleeding though.
Many stories
There are so many stories like this in my life, crazy, silly, scary. After Jo-Jo became stuck up a tree and had to be rescued by the fire brigade we were the nutty neighbours walking around craning our necks looking for a cat 15 feet in the air.
Her sister Elly, realising that Jo-Jo had received a lot of attention for these shenanigans, then took to climbing 10 feet up a tree just before Tony came home, wailing pathetically when she saw him, and having to be ‘rescued’ purring her head off. He got wise to it.
All 12 of them had/have little ways that make us smile everyday. Currently Marcus has authorised cuddling places. Hito lays across Tony’s keyboard when he’s working from home. He also knows when it’s food time, except that the changes from BST to GMT confuse him, and he asks for supper earlier. The odd thing is that supper used to be six o’clock and now he’s got it down to 4.45. Amie likes to be combed on the windowsill in the ensuite…nowhere else. Nero is just a big sweetie and chatterbox. He comes in the back door and makes a sound like “awright”, if you say ‘I’m awright are you awright?’ he replies with ‘yep’ every single time.
So yes, there is a lot of fun in my life, every single day. Good, innocent, fun and smiles.
My uncle told me that if I had cats I would smile everyday. Well I can look back 40 years on the 11th November this year, and remember so many laughs, smiles, and magical moments, that rather than my ‘too short’ blog it would be a book.
“Life With My Cats: Claws, paws, and guffaws!”
Deb xx
Deb Hawken - Amorah 