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.
~ Susanne & Tiger
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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! 🙂
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A story from Tiger from the early days of the blog. It’s still the same only now there are two demanding to go outside – I still oblige. 🙂 🙂