Lesson and a Stroll.

5/12/2011

As the light was rising so was the warmth. It was comfortable on my ‘The Hers’ sleeping place but far better to be out and about. The small clearspace was open in her room but that would mean a long walk round the building. Far better to start by going out of the large clearway at the front.

I moved to sit by it. No-one was around. I called out but got no response. I called again a little louder but no-one came. This is not how it’s supposed to work at all, that’s why I chose these longlegs. I cannot be blamed for taking the drastic action I took next as I was being ignored.

My ‘The Him’ was on his sleeping place, lying on his back and making that stupid grunting noise he seems to make. How unfair that I had to disturb myself to get up and walk this far only to find he would rather sleep than open my clearway. I took action.

I started gently because of my innate kindness and only nibbled his ear gently. The insertion of my nose only caused him to shake his head and grunt a little more. So I bit his ear and withdrew quickly. He sat up, eyes open wide, hand going to his ear and coming away a little red. Not much, but a little. Lesson learned I think.

His legs swung out of the sleeping place quicker than I thought and I was virtually thrown to the floor in his haste. Of course as a Superior I know how to land well but he shouldn’t have done it and I stored the memory. For safety I edged away while he put on his funny fur feet and followed me…….. as far as the clearway where I sat down and waited. He also came to a halt and for a moment I thought he was going to suggest I was in the wrong. Luckily for him he didn’t. As I looked towards the handle he got the message loud and clear and opened my clearway. I heard him grumble something about 5 o’clock as I walked out and narrowly missed losing my tail as the clearway was once again shut.

Ginger was sitting by the gate basking in the warmth and mewed as I approached. We exchanged information on how we had spent the dark time and I allowed him to best me with his story of how he had caught an ugly flying thing that tasted like furry leather. Not nice at all. In truth he had bested me because I had not hunted and caught nothing at all. I had in fact been to the village and sat outside a house where longlegs had a lot of lights, had made plenty of noise but from which rich smells had come. It was that I was going to investigate now. Ginger decided to come with me.

We walked through the village, my village and saw only a few longlegs about. There was the woman who posts things who had jumped when my ‘The Him’ had put a fast running thing on the step. How silly, she was so much bigger. Soon we came to the house. The lights had gone and so had the noise but some of the smells still lingered but they came from round the back. We investigated. There were stacks of bottles that we had to jump over, but our noses, under my leadership of course soon found the source of the smell. Unfortunately it had a lid on, and the lid did not want to come off. How lucky that I have a Superiors brain skills, especially where food is concerned. I had Ginger go behind, brace his back against the wall of the house and raise his front paws to push over the container. I sat and supervised while he rocked it until it started to fall.

It landed with a terrible clang but the lid fell off. I pulled out a bag that held a fish smell and retreated behind the garden wall to eat. I suggested Ginger stay and search for something that smelled right to him. He agreed, and was half in and half out of the container when a clearway opened, a head looked out and a shoe was thrown. Poor Ginger, right on his tail ! He ran and instead of stopping behind the wall to join me, kept on running. I enjoyed a feast before picking a nice shrimp from the bag and carrying it home and leaving it beside my gate for Ginger or one of the others.

Fed and content I walked round the house and jumped in my clearway where I settled down on the end of my ‘The Him’s’ sleeping place so he could stroke me when he woke. I am so kind and thoughtful like that.

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65 responses to “Lesson and a Stroll.

  1. LOL. Thanks for this delightful start to my Tuesday, David. Mega hugs.

  2. Oscar…all heart.πŸ™‚

  3. Another fun adventure. I’ve never heard of an alarm clock that bites your ear before πŸ˜‚

  4. Oscar was quite an adventurer!πŸ™‚
    Hugs!

  5. Excellent tale … 😻😸😺

  6. I’m so enjoying the adventures of Oscar David. Perhaps you and Joey might enjoy to have another kitty to share your lives …….. πŸ™‚ xoxo

  7. I’m glad I read this in the afternoon when I didn’t have to think what 5:00 felt like. Fun story! Furry hugs and purrs.

  8. This made me smile, then smile some more then chuckle and smile some more…you sure know how to make my day!!! Thank you, dear David. Massive purr-fect furry hugs xoxox

    • I still can’t figure out why my discomfort and pain as well as my servitude to a cat, should give so many people such pleasure. I’ve become a laughing stock throughout the so called civilised world.
      Love you sweetie, Masses of Hugs xxxx

  9. This gave me a good laugh, sorry I don’t mean to laugh at your expense but that Oscar was such a character, when he chomped on your ear to wake you up I can visualize it and isn’t it just like a cat to hit and run and leave the accomplice to take the blame for the pail that was turned over. Thoroughly enjoyable thank you for making me smile today, massive humongous hugs!!

    • At last, someone who understands the pain and the embarrassment I’ve had to go through. It hasn’t stopped you smiling of course but at least you recognise it. Oscar really was a character and at the end I’m sure he had as many of my body parts as I did.
      xxx Sending Gigantic Hugs and much Love Suzanne xxx

  10. My Ginger was female but so glad to find out there is at least one commonality between mine and Oscar’s worldπŸ˜€

  11. Another delightful read, David. The way you write these adventures of Oscar makes it all so visual. Terrific stuff.
    Midweek hugs all round. πŸ˜ƒ

    • As always Hugh your comments are very kind. Thank you so much. I do try to recreate his actions for others to see and if possible a bit of his rather wayward character.
      Wednesday Hugs with enough till the weekend.

  12. I love how you write!!! You make me smile I also read a sample of your Barsetshire Diaries and loved how it started out! :))) Jen

  13. Yep, very kind and thoughtful indeed. πŸ™‚

  14. I enjoyed this. I won’t complain about the alarm clock again.

  15. He is not ready to lead .He is not even serious donal trump does not care if he wins.He is doing it for tv.For show to help him earn more money.Its about money to him.He us not for the people.He disrespects everyone form handicap, women to minority

  16. Smiling after this readπŸ™‚

  17. So very kind and thoughtful. As those of the feline persuasion always are.

  18. I have one of those nipping cats too! They’re such adventurers and your stories are a delight, DavidπŸ™‚ Massive hugs!

  19. So kind and thoughtful of you!! :-))))

  20. Haha I wonder what had happened to that shrimpπŸ™‚
    Thank you for posting this, David! Nothing like a good cat story to end one’s dayπŸ™‚ Many hugs!!! xxxx

  21. Kev

    You have a cat AND an alarm clock…. Mercy! πŸ˜€

  22. Oscar’s an impeccable alarm clock. Nibbling ears and what not.

  23. That was some adventure. I bet the bed smelled of fish, though after that post-meal visit. Good story. Huge Hugs, David. πŸ˜€ — Suzanne

    • The smell of nicotine overpowered the fish though the bedding had to be changed as I’m allergic to fish and you never knew what you’d be left.
      Thanks Suzanne,
      xxx Hugs Galore xxx

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