Our cat has taken to wake us extremely early, which is quite exhausting and annoying. We try to make sure we entertain her enough, but if we don’t play with her in the evening she just snoozes and is bright as a button at about 4.40 a.m.! Even the birds think she is mad and can’t be arsed to twitter much.
Bobby has a very affective way to wake us: she simply scratches the carpets and/or the sofa downstairs, which makes a horrible noise and is not good for sofa (which looks quite battered) and the carpet. Freddy, bless her, had a very different technique she would just start licking my face – and there is nothing more annoying than fishy cat breath in the early hours of the morning.
My husband gets very frustrated and annoyed with Bobby’s behaviour and instead of ignoring her (which would be the best, but difficult to implement policy) he gets up in a daze and tumbles downstairs to open the cat flap and feed her. What usually follows is that Bobby goes out for about 20 minutes, comes back and eats, demands a cuddle and play. Hubby in the meantime falls asleep on the sofa. Bobby often then decides that she is happy and content and curls up with me on my side of the bed – which is nice for me. Occasionally she demands with a persistent meow that I go downstairs to cuddle her while she eats (it’s a protection thing – don’t ask, our cat has special needs). She does this mainly because hubby is by that point comatose and won’t react to her.
So what happened this weekend? Same spiel – only with a slight difference. Paul fed her, let her out, dozed off on the sofa and then heard a successive clack-clack-clack-clack from the cat flap. Not quite with it he just thought: Bobby is very quick getting in and out, is she moving backwards? Then he heard noises in the living room, when he looked down, he saw a cat – but it quickly dawned on him, that it wasn’t ours unless she miraculously changed her fur coat and slipped into a black and white number. The cat in question looked at Paul, shrieked, maybe realising she was in the wrong house, and quickly ran for the cat flap and mounted the walls! It was like a cartoon moment and I am sad to say I have missed this! Meanwhile our cat was sniffing intently every inch of the living room, hallway, kitchen and conservatory. What we are wondering of course is: was she upset by the intruder or curious? Did she mind the other cat? She usually reacts very friendly and open with other cats, which, in the case of the toms in the neighbourhood results in her getting whacked and she always has a very hurt look on her face, bless her.
Now of course we expect the black and white cat back every morning – but maybe this was a one-off, she was obviously very scared by the sight of Paul.
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