CATS ON TUESDAY
This week I have to complain about ol' lady Lisa ! I don't know if she has spring feelings although spring is still far away, but she is restless ! At sometimes 3.30 am (!) she lays besides my head and switches her motor on and purrs so loud in my ear that of course I wake up. Then I have to get up immediately because My Lady wishes to eat.
She also moves from day to day to another nap place. Yesterday I found her as a decoration in the kitchen. I admit, she really looked very decorative.
Nobody is allowed to go to the toilet alone ! Not even guests. She just wants to check what we are doing. If you don't open the door she scratches until you open. Otherwise you have to hurry up to save the door.
Once inside and there is nothing special to see besides a human on the thrown, she wants to go outside of course.
It also happens when we have guests. I suddenly hear a cry for help coming from the toilet : "The cat, the cat, can you move the cat "!
Lisa doesn't understand such a behavior and offended walks away tail up ! She also has her proudness.
She also squats again Mr. Gattino's desk and especially the computer.
She files the papers and she does it so well that nobody can find them anymore. It doesn't bother me when the papers are unpayed invoices. I can always say and with good conscience that they are lost.
When Lisa finally has finished to terrorize the whole household and chased around poor Pookie, she is happy about all her daily achievements and takes her well earned nap in the regular cat basket (for once, doesn't happen very often)
Meanwhile Arthur has found another occupation. He still doesn't go out and we are now proud owners of an inside cat.
But he doesn't want that others come in or go out either. Especially the neighbor cats who do it from time to time. Arthur too always ate from other dishes, because it tastes much better then stupid home food.
But now he really gets angry if he sees a face in the cat door which doesn't belong to his sisters. They are allowed in, but not out ! He behaves like a jalous muslim brother.
When I comfortably sit on my sofa and watch TV where a couple is just kissing, I suddenly hear screems sound through the whole house as if a serial killer is busy with cutting victims into pieces.
I get out of my sofa like a missile, run down the steps to see who is killed in our basement and find Arthur sitting on my car roof and looking at me with very astonished big yellow eyes.
And then because he is a very polite cat, makes a reference to me jumps down the car roof and walks me to the kitchen because these events had made him hungry.
I don't know who wrote this, but I am sure it doesn't fit on my cats !
Little cat, (not so little)
I hear your footsteps pit-pat (pit-pat ? I hear things falling down)
in the hallway the kiss of air, whisper-soft purr; (throwing up, yes and purring like a dove !)
I hear the echos of your purr; (1000 volts I hear)
and see your pouncing shadow everywhere.... (it's not a shadow it's the cat herself !)