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ANOTHER CAPER
As you know, I do spend a considerable amount
of time before this computer in rather quiet surroundings. One day I heard a
rattling sound coming from the other side of the room. Soon I identified that it
was coming from our stovepipe. Then came a thud and some more noise from inside
the wood stove! Thank goodness there was no fire in it! With a flashlight in
hand, I slowly opened the door to investigate this intruder. Quick as a flash a
starling flew out of the stove into the room. Equally fast, Jodi and our cats
went on the hunt, as the hapless bird flew around close to the ceiling. The
bird, the dog the cats and myself went from one side of the room to the other,
back and forth, as I tried to protect the bird from the salivating animals! Each
was having visions of supper on the wing. It was nip and tuck for a while, until
I caught each of the predators and locked them away behind the door! That wasn’t
easy with all the cavorting going on by all of us. Once the starling and I were
alone in the room, I opened two doors and persuaded him out with a broom! So
much for quiet surroundings that day!
This Association was started when John and I began searching for the Siamese
I had a few years ago. Some of these Cat Capers are about Appleseed
Mi Serenity, who is the culmination of our search.
"We had an old chair that I decided to re-upholster myself. One of
the large cushions was stuffed with goose down. At the same time I was
attempting to contain the floating billows, I transferred them to the new
ticking. Serenity must have smelled the feathers. Entering the room
with her head high and ears pricked, her movements bespoke, "Oh!
Goodee! This is something new I can really get into!" By the
time my chore was accomplished both of us had become equal members with our fine
feathered friends. Plumage covered us. A little brushing with my
hands solved Serenity's grooming problem. A vacuum cleaner was required to
clean up myself and the room. As I attempted to catch floating fuzz, the most
puzzled look came across Serenity's face. I could easily read her
thoughts. "Gee! I know this lady as some what of a cleanliness
nut, but now she is vacuuming the air!" All in all, the two of us had
a wonderful time, giggling and swatting our way through the adventure.
Lately, I swear, Serenity has been dreaming of a pillow fight!
While beginning to mix cake frosting, I was called out of the kitchen by the
familiar "beep" of the clothes dryer. Upon my return I found a
large pile of powdered sugar had been scooped out of the mixing bowl. Who
was the guilty culprit? I turned on my Sherlock Holmes investigative
powers to follow the tell tale signs. A trail of powder encircling kitty
tracks marched across the kitchen counter, over the kitchen floor, and onto the
living room carpet to a spot where Serenity sat licking her paws. The
answer? It's elementary my dear Watson! It's our
Siamese.
It was a quiet evening here at Tullycrine. The supper dishes were being
done. the master of the house was taking care of the nutritional needs of
our four legged family. Into this tranquil routine came a persistent
rustling sound from the adjoining room. Earlier that day a package had
arrived from a cat toy company, containing our order of cat nip toys and a
container of that magical kitty "stuff". The box was placed on
the dining room table, supposedly out of harms way! Further inquiry into
the noise resulted in the discovery of Serenity, her body half buried in the
box, snooping through the contents. With a quick toss of her head and a
flash of her paw, out popped a carrot. Flying off the dining room table,
Serenity scurried off in hot pursuit. She had made her choice. The
rest of the evening was delightful chaos as cats and toys flew
everywhere.
One of our members was resting in bed, trying to get over a cold. Thinking
her owner was asleep, the cat laying beside her got up and looked in her face,
then walked over to the TV and turned it off. This was a deliberate act
with full knowledge of what the cat was doing. This was the one and only
time the cat turned the TV off! What a wonderful example of concern and
ingenuity!
Fsst, mmmum, eest! The message was mysterious. Could it be a
secret admirer? Yuummm, esesett, eer. No! That's not it. The
marshians must have landed. Eeeep, mmmmmmmm. This answering machine
must be out of order. Ah! Wait! There is a paw print on this button.
This is how it was discovered that a Traditional Siamese (name with held to
protect the guilty) was leaving messages on a telephone answering machine.
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