It’s been a bit on the nippy side lately when I’ve been getting up, Winter is on it’s way and chilly mornings are only to be expected. Rather than put the heating on too early (it’s a bit noisy and I know if I turn it on then the whole house will be woken up b t’s grumblings and rumblings), I’ve draped a lovely yellow rose eiderdown over my sewing chair, that way I can tuck it round myself and keep warm and cosy until the heating kicks in at a more respectable hour…….. however, the down side is that “someone” else has discovered the cosiness of my sewing chair!
I’d been sewing for about an hour or so the other morning and thought to get up to make a ot of tea…I was only gone a few minutes, but when I came back I found my chair had been stolen. I got such a pouty look, obviously for disturbing him when I could clearly see he was enjoying a forty winks.
This is now his favourite seat in the house, as soon as I get up to make a pot of tea or pop down the road to the grocery shop he’s jumping in to steal my seat….and even at bedtime, once he’s had a late night supper, he goes running up the stairs and makes a bee line for the eiderdown chair. A few times we’ve compromised, I pick him up and he lays back half on my lap and half in the chair…luckily the seat is quite wide and can accommodate our fat bottoms….he’s even come running in when I’ve been sitting there, and mewed at me, I’ve then budged up to make room while he jumps up and squeezes himself in….pushing me as out of the way as he can with his back legs.
I am aware I am a bit of a crazy cat lady when it comes to letting my cat boss me around…..but it’s not just me, last night he needed a tummy rub, even though he had a bowl full of his favourite food, and it was the beloved Arpette who got up, and staggered sleepily down the stairs just to attend to our furry lord and master…..
Mostly I think that I am quite a morning person. Maybe not as full on as Debbie Reynolds and Gene Kelly in Singing in The Rain, but I wake up quickly and am pretty chipper as soon as I am out of bed. This morning it was a different story, woke feeling listless and went through the routine of filling the kettle and getting breakfast things ready in a heavy stupor.
Someone – we aren’t mentioning any names but he has four legs and is a grumpy fatso (so not in my good books today) meowed us (and probably half of the street) awake at 1/4 to 2 this morning.
This in itself isn’t actually all that unusual. He often wakes us up in the middle of the night for a tummy rub before he’ll eat the food in his bowl. But last night he wanted to go out. A lot of our neighbours have cats (indeed one lady has about a dozen…I’m not kidding, she really does have that many…..and yes I am envious) and I don’t want him getting into night time fights, we also live in an area where there are foxes, so we just feel happier keeping him in during the night. He has a litter box if he needs to go to the toilet but he doesn’t really like using it, which is why I was standing outside in my pyjamas at 2 in the morning with my cat on a harness and lead waiting for him to do his toileting. (The harness and lead are a whole other story)
He was so grumpy, he kept trying to get into the garden next door, then he laid down in one of our raised vegetable beds, where he swished his tail back and forth so hard I am sure he has squished half the plants. He obviously didn’t like an audience and so just laid in the soil glaring at me and used some rather colourful language. And it was while I was standing in the garden, I began to wonder about what were the signs of crazy cat-lady madness…… I have hand quilted two quilts for my cats, the aforementioned nocturnal tummy rubbing, birthday and Christmas presents are given on his behalf, I have a spectacular cat umbrella……. slowly I realised that the signs are all there. Luckily it wasn’t raining, it was actually a lovely clear night but I would have preferred to have been indoors asleep.
After about half an hour I bought him back in as I was falling asleep outside and eventually kitty decided he would use the litter box. Seriously, he is the noisiest cat ever, it sounded like he had maracas with him in the litter box. Finally got to go back to bed around 1/4 to 4, and then I couldn’t get back to sleep. And of course, when I did get up this morning he was like this on the sofa ….
And has, of course, been all forgiven.