Since a few days my cats are all inside because we have such a stormy weather and it rains so that not even Kim goes out longer as she absolutely has to. Therefore the house looks like a dormitory and in each room a cat lays around and naps. I could also include Mr. Gattino, he joined the cats it was too contagious.
And as I have to write a story I remembered one of course with Arthur as the main actor, when he still conducted a very social life.
One morning I looked out of the window and saw Arthur crossing the street direction, my "the latest news" neighbor (the once who knows everything going on in the street) He greeted her by striking around her legs and allowed her generously to pet him. She had a conversation with him, but suddenly Arthur had seen something which draw his attention. The neighbor next door was putting out old furniture on the sideway. That was something for Arthur ! He ran over and immediately jumped on a little table standing there. Neighbor was surprised. Apparently they hadn't met yet. But as Arthur always welcomes newcomers, he jumped off the table and said hello.
I screemed through the window "It's my cat, his name is Arthur". The Neigbour nodded said hello and waved with his hand then returned into the house followed by Arthur of course. He came back with an old TV in his arms, while Arthur turned in and around his legs. The poor man nearly stumbled over the steps and hardly kept his balance. He ordered Arthur to go away. Arthur suffering from bad hearing, didn't listen and walked with the man until he put down the TV. Immediately Arthur jumped on it and sniffed it all around. Then he sat, watching what the neighbor would bring out next. A lamp with a string hanging down. Arthur thought what a kind man he brings me even toys on the sidewalk, jumped down and at the hanging string. The Neighbor stepped back and stumbled against the steps. He asked Arthur again to disappear, but Arthur wanted absolutely to help.
The third time he came out with a plush armchair, an awful thing. It must have been quite heavy as the poor man was completely red in his face. While he put it down, Arthur jumped happily on it and found that this was a real good napping place. The neighbor didn't agree. Finally I pittied him and went over and asked him if Arthur did disturb him. Silly question ! He sighed an said, he really is a cute cat, but could you lock him in until I finish this ? I looked at Arthur who meanwhile had settled down in the armchair and looked happily around. I told the neighbour, yes of course, tried to pick up the struggeling Arthur which was quite difficult and carried him over to our house.
He got really angry, tried to jump off my arms and I quickly put him down and closed the door. He looked at me scandalized went to the front of the closed door and said meauw, just once. Oh I thought, now what should I do ? He probably will sing all songs he knows and in all tone scales. And that's what he did, he just sat there, didn't move and meauwed with all his heart. I had to run to the bathroom and looked for earplugs....
and then he gave it up and went for a nap.
This happened last year, but I think Arthur is getting better. Yesterday my friend who lives next house came over and spent a few hours with us. Arthur was pleased and settled down on her feet. It probably smelled very good, because she is the owner of dog Yanouk. When she left, Arthur came with us to the front door and when she left and said "Arthur, are you coming with me" He did it ! A wonder, after such a long time ! later she called me that he had walked her over til her door and then returned home because Yanouk was so happy to see his friend, that Arthur had to go behind the fence to protect himself of these hearty greetings. Maybe that was the start to get back to his old self.