CAT “Time”

This little book of poetry was passed on to me when I was very young. It was presented to my great-grandmother Deer “for general improvement” in 1889. Sadly, it had not been at all well looked after. I have always treated it with care but it is slowly disintegrating. It has travelled around with me for some 65 years, so it’s hardly surprising. If it hasn’t completely turned to dust by then, I suppose it will pass on to my niece, Alison. I like the idea of items staying in a family.

It may well have been this little book that inspired me to love cats.

Ah cats! I could have boxed Blackie’s ears this morning when she came to dive bomb me at the crack of dawn, yelling “Breakfast Time! GET UP!”

Grant being a guy, you would think he should be the disciplinarian with all these cats, but, no, he mollycoddles them and spoils them rotten, encouraging the little so-and-so’s to make all sorts of demands.

I think they formed a Union, albeit a rather dysfunctional one, given that they all believe their particular needs are the most important. Colin regularly will decide he wants someone else’s seat and will simply turf them off it. Just as Lily pushes me off my chair.

Grant said I must have a “proper” chair for my new office, that would support my creaky back.

He forgot to inform Lily of this.

But I shouldn’t feel bad, she does it to Lucy as well…

Lucy was minding her own business in the basket. Till Lily decided to oust her.

Senior cat Lily may be, but she has no interest in responsibilities. Lily just wants to do her own thing, and does.

So she deferred seniority to Lucy, La Fluff. Lucy is a born shop steward. She has a loud and very demanding voice. Which doesn’t gain her any respect from the cat brethren, but she is useful for announcing “time”, and she has a built-in clock.

About 1030 every morning, treats must be administered and woe betide if they are not.

Late home from an appointment? Out shopping for cat food? They don’t want excuses.

If you didn’t know the truth, you would think the little beasts are overjoyed to see us, but no, as soon as we are through the door, they all queue up in front of the “treat cupboard”. Which can now only be used for cat treats because, if you open the door, they all come running expectantly, and you don’t want to see a look of disappointment on those sweet faces!

So much for Time being 1030am. Grant has a stash of treats downstairs and now there are all sorts of “Times”:

THAT time for Sasha aka “DD”

THIS time for Tinkerbell (Tinks)

HALF time for Toby

NOW time for Blackie

PAST time for Lily

ANY time for Sikkim

SOME time for Penny

PRESENT time for Patches

WHATEVER time for Sophia

BREAK time for Lucy

MAKE time for Willow

ALL THE time for Colin

It’s not that we are really all that indulgent. It’s just that we have a couple of rather corpulent cats. They will eat anything in sight. Colin gets fed in a closed room because otherwise he would push the others away from their bowls and hoover up their food as well. Tinks at least doesn’t do that.

Obviously, we can’t put down a bowl of kibble for our normal-weight cats to nibble periodically, which is what we would normally do .

Consequently ,when the other cats look up at us and cry pitifully that they are – “Starved!” “Weak from hunger!” “About to faint!” …we are not unsympathetic.

Hence all these “times”!

I can’t forget poor old Tom who was apparently a calming influence on this gang of reprobates, judging from the squabbling that has gone on since the dear boy departed, hopefully for greener pastures.

Tom’s favourite was CHEESE time!

And surprisingly, I also can’t forget the cat that was next door, Mr Pancho. His people moved away last week. A couple of times, in the evening, I have seen Lily and Sasha staring out the front window, down the driveway, as if they are looking for the boy to come sauntering up, but I daresay it’s only me who misses him.

Pancho made us crazy, constantly chasing birds and the wee creatures we love, but in spite of his wicked ways he was a really neat cat and I miss his face in the window. I miss having him rush out of the bushes to greet me.

I am just soppy about cats.

6 thoughts on “CAT “Time”

  1. The poetry book, Wee Pussies, is a treasure that I would love to be able to read. I hope your niece will appreciate and love it as you do.

    Are Pancho and his family moving very far away? He is such a rascal, I wouldn’t be surprised to have him arrive back for a visit sometime if he can manage it.

    1. Thank you! Two of them are decidedly plump, no matter what we try to do about it. The others are just fluffy! And yes, they are wonderful. I love them all to bits. How many is a pack?!

      1. About 15 but some of them live in a sunroom that was once my front porch that I had converted to a place to keep them safe from predators. Most of my cats were abandoned by former owners or were ferals that I trapped or were hand raised as kittens that had no mother. I have spent a fortune on my cats. But they make me happy.

  2. This sounds very familiar. Back in Washington State I ran a foster home for several years. So many cats! So much heartache, but it was something I had to do and I would not have changed it for anything. Many of the cats I have now are from the foster home which I had to shut down when all I was left with was a house full of “unadoptables”, all wonderful cats but too old, too ill, too temperamental, whatever. People had to show that they really wanted one of my cats and then we did home checks etc, there is just so much you can do if you are not the FBI. In a couple of cases we failed (the two we thought we really had right!). In the first case the failed adopters were decent enough to bring the cat back, as we had made plain would be absolutely no problem. He went on to a great home. The other situation was not as happy but we gained two of our current cats from it. That is the story I told about Willow 1, as opposed to Willow 2, the grey kitty I named after her. Love to see pictures of your guys sometime.

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