Cats and Trails and Garden Tales
Musings on cats, travel, gardens and life
Daily Prompt: Enthusiasm lives in a cat named Benji
ENTHUSIASM lives in a cat named Benji .
It starts before dawn when the morning is heavy and I am twisted and sleepy and he touches his nose to mine. I stir and stroke his head and that is all.
Undeterred he touches my cheek with his paw and meows quietly.
“Ah, go away Benji.”
I roll over and hide my head under the covers.
He jumps to where my face is hidden to try to poke his way into my little cave. I turn over again but he follows and begs me to rise.
His patience is gone.
“Wake up Sue!” he chirps in frantic cat tongue. “The world is stirring! I feel it! I can’t wait to get started!”
But I am half asleep and settled in.
No matter, it’s time to race! Around the room as fast as he can, onto the bed, across the shelf, down again, faster and faster he goes, knocking things to the floor to be played with later. (So that’s where the watch went. And the pen. And the chapstick. And the glasses.)
I look at the clock and it is 5:45 am.
‘Benji, no!’ I say. ‘Calm down!’
He slows down, collapsing onto my golden slipper, seeming to know it won’t be long until morning rays reach through the tightly closed blinds and I will be willing to play. He will give me thirty more minutes to sleep.
That’s enthusiasm.
~ Susanne
Cats and Trails and Garden Tales 
As we well know, cats harbor profound mysteries in their people psychology kits. We have no idea why they do these things, except for the sheer gratification of testing us. Effie’s morning wake-up call is to pounce on my feet and bite them–hard–and scratch them, through the thick comforter and sheet. She does this only to me, never to my husband. Who knows why she can’t just bring me a toy to throw for her? Why does she need to play First Blood every morning?
Maybe they can sense who is most willing to put up with it? It sounds like she and Benji are kindred spirits!
I don’t take it well–in the morning she certainly hears “NO!” and feels soft kicks. She does her shredding when I’m asleep!
But she’s so cute and so sweet. . . .
Yikes. Maybe she will grow out of it? Benji has already mellowed some as he grows out of kittenhood.
She’s 2-1/2–not likely to outgrow an embedded (as it were) habit. Maybe she’ll tire of it. ^-.-^
Cats always have a way of letting you know that they are really in charge.
Best wishes, Pete.
They do have their ways! 🙂