OHHH, those cats!

They are all quiet!

© Cheryl Simonds 2012

Their antics today are hmmmm very quiet.  This leads me to believe that they are definitely up to something; the quieter, the more mischievous. OH NO, that means I am in deep trouble because they are calmly and quietly sitting in corners with eyes semi-closed!  They’re dozing; they are actually dozing.  Oh boy, am I in trouble today. 

I sit and watched them intently to see if one of them is paying attention to me.  Not one of them stirred.  I moved closer to them.  Nothing!  I went into the next room and peeked around the door.  Nothing!  What on earth are they waiting for?  What are they up to? 

*SIGH* I guess they are just tired today.  I turn my back on them and begin writing my articles and finally forget them for a bit.  Everything is quiet and I am deep into the story line of my story.  I don’t hear anything around me because I can only hear the marching drums of my story (I know what an imagination, right?)  Boom, boom, boom, the drums beat and the soldiers march through the streets celebrating the end of a war that lasted twelve years and took many sons of the town.  The soldiers reach the platform and the mayor rises and raises his arms to signal that everyone should applaud the valiant efforts of the soldiers. Clapping fills the air and nothing else can be heard over the screams of triumph--***SCREECH-MEOW-SCREECH***

I am suddenly ripped from my story and see two of the cats fighting at my feet.  A stray claw catches my toes and I cry out and jump away from the two combatants.  “Stop that!”  I tell them.  “Stop that or I’ll shoot!”  (The water sprayer that is.)  Nothing, in fact the fight is joined by two more and the fur flies.  “STOP!” I shout, knowing full well that they won’t.  I take aim with the sprayer and shoot to soak!  The cats split up and sit in a semi-circle around my feet looking up at me like they don’t know why I am angry. 

*SIGH* Where was I in the story?  The soldiers marched, the mayor rose--MEOW!  I tell them to go away and try once more.  The soldiers marched, the -- MEOW, PURR, MEOW!  Two of them are rubbing against me for attention.  MEOW, another joins them.  MEOW, the last one sits on the side lines and cries for me to reach out to him.  *SIGH*SIGH*  I guess the writing is over, at least for the moment.  “Here kitties, come get your pets....”