During the daylight
hours my son's little cat Moth is for the most part a well behaved
good natured little creature,of modest needs and good habits;but once
darkness falls she becomes a quite different creature.
She spends most of the
day fast asleep in one roost or another and causes no trouble,but oh
boy does she make up for it at night. Take last night for an
instance, she prowled around the upper story in search of
spiders,moths or beetles,then,disgruntled at having found nothing
better to play with proceeded to ave a very noisy game on the landing
with a pair of squeaky mice and a large stuffer rat! Eventually all
three had been thrown to the foot of the stairs and here moth will no
longer venture,below stairs is Twiggy country!
Much mournful howling
induced me at length to get out of bed and collect the lost treasures
,then having restored them to the cat I returned,bleary eyed to my
disturbed sleep. But not for long, all three were soon at the foot of
the stairs again this time in the company of a large hairy spider
toy,once again I obliged.
At last I slept a
little ,I know this because my son told me this morning that I was
talking in my sleep (a dangerous habit) while punching my mattress
with much seeming aggression! Hmm!
Now it was my sons turn
to play the fool for half an hour at the court of Queen Moth!
I awoke to find the cat
howling directly into my ear,she was hungry,I produced a pouch of
very expensive cat food(madam has acquired expensive tastes of late)
which she sniffed with disdain and flounced off without touching the
stuff. “Blow and botheration” I said,or words to that effect as I
staggered back to my neglected and much yearned for bed.
A little later on a
routine visit to the bathroom......well when you get to my
age......... I discovered the cat with a large hairy spider the which
she had cornered in the shower cubicle. Whooopi! That should keep her
quiet for an hour or so..................but no.......the blasted
spider basely scuttled off behind the loo,which obliged me to get up
in a hurry and by the time I had collected myself their was no sign
of the fearsome beast.
The effect of this
mishap was twofold for it meant that now I would not dare to use the
loo in case the spider was somewhere behind the cistern,secondly the
cat in frustrated rage took up howling and meoooooowing her
disappointment. This I thought,must cease before the whole village is
awakened. I grabbed a plastic pot and an old birthday card....my
spider trap...and began a thorough search of the bathroom,the landing
and my bed room in the hope of finding the spider,or the spiders
mate.
Intrepidly,or was that
in trepidation I pulled out furniture, searched among the
towels,poked about in dark corners and all I managed to unearth was a
daddy-long-legs spider,call a harvestman. I caught it and covered the
container with a lid, placed it on the flour and returned to my bed
while a gleeful cat prodded the container to make toe creature inside
move about. At last I was allowed to sleep.
All too soon it was
time to get up and make morning coffee,my son and I take turns, He
was every bit as worn out as myself having also been kept awake by
the blessed cat.
Fully dressed I was
about to head for the kitchen for make breakfast when I observed the
blasted cat in question to be fast asleep on my bed.............She
looked so cute...........I could not resist...............I waked up
to the quietly and shouted BOOOOO, feeling better I went downstairs
to begin the day.
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