CATS ON TUESDAYWe arrived at 1.30 am on Saturday fom Morocco and Mr. G. was waiting for us at the airport. Of course he complained already in the car how much he had been terrorized by his darling cats.
Each morning at 6, Arthur with his weight and elegance of an elephant jumped on his belly and meauwed a morning song. Pookie disturbed in her sleep hissed and took Mr. G for a formular 1 racing ring, before she fled into the kitchen. This sweet wake up procedure marked him terribly. Therefore he was happy that I was back so he could sleep in peace .... and longer.
He also had a scratched arm and belly. As usual Pookie was sleeping on his soft round belly hill, but Rosie had the same idea and wanted to share a part of it. They had a fight on Mr. G and the poor man got scratched.
With bravery he survived it all and I am not yet widow. My holidays in Morocco were just wonderful and for those who are interested to see some pictures have to go to my Writer's Cramps blog.
Before I went to bed after my arrival, I only was greated by Rosie who purred and followed me immediately in my bed.
The next morning she already was bored by my presence
and returned there where she had spent the last 12 days of my absence. I noticed the hairs on the seat, I could knit another Rosie out of them.
Then she returned to her daily occupations
Arthur, to great me just opened one eye. He was tired, as the weather was nice he had done his rounds during the night.
anyway, Mr. G's food is far better, because what he gets from me is too healthy.
Apparently he deeply considered the pro and cons of my return
Mr. G. had left fresh pasta on the table and that was far more interesting then I.
For two days Pookie ignored me or ran away, as she always does when I come back. She is offended. Now she is back to her normal self and cooled down on the tiles.
Kim throw a terrified glance on me
and disappeared in the garden ! She probably didn't recognize me anymore. Kim is a little special.
There are lots and lots of cats in Morocco everywhere. Everybody or nobody feeds them mostly they look good but some really pitiful. They are not spayed and have lots and lots of kittens. They are not badly treated, it's just ignorance. Mohamed apparently loved cats and had some and he even cut a sleeve off his robe not to disturb his cat.
Even in one of the hotels I spent the night during our roundtrip, my seat was occupied by one of the hotel cats, when I just had installed my computer. I took the other seat ...