Cats and Trails and Garden Tales
Musings on cats, travel, gardens and life
Tiger – a new day
Good Morning all. Tiger again. The first light of day has begun to dawn through the closed blinds and I must needs go out to hunt the small ones who reside in the bush. I hear them through the walls. I sense them in my whiskers.
Bob is up and Sue tosses. She is the one I must wake but though my eyes speak she doesn’t hear. I must resort to the mew, though she does not appreciate that, I have learned. But what can I do? The small ones will escape and I need the chase to release the energy stored up overnight in my limbs.
“Mew,” I say quietly so only she can hear. She stirs but does not rise.
“Mew,” I say again a bit louder but still there is nothing.
“Meow! Meeowww! ” I say again so she has no excuse to pretend she does not hear. Some movement but still the door remains closed. I hate when the door remains closed.
I begin to panic as I hear the small ones get away.
“Meow! Meowwwwww! Meowwwwww!”
“Oh Tiger!” she says and she is up and finally opens the door.
My day has begun.
Oh dear. The poor ‘small ones’…
Best wishes, Pete.
Yes, sorry, but the small ones dig holes in our garden. 😦 we save them when we can.. 🙂
Tiger and Effie share a classic feline urgency that bends sound with motives of their own in a way that is very compelling, very grating, and ensures their victory over our sleep. . . .
Well put! 🙂