I hope everyone’s Christmas Day was enjoyable. Mine was good; quiet and relaxing. The cats behaved themselves and spent the day snoozing, watching the very cold world outside and expecting me to give them bits of my dinner, which I did. Last night was a bit raucous, however.
Our Christmas tree did not receive too much adverse attention over the weekend. Parker had to be spoken to rather sternly at first, but after that, he behaved himself, most of the time. Last night, though, it seemed as though everycat was hoping to be noticed. It was like Twelfth Night, with their games and misrule.
I hung bells on the lowest branches of the tree when I decorated. They are old ornaments, as are all of mine, but are of metal, rather than glass. For a couple of hours last evening, I heard bells tinkle every ten minutes.
“Cammie! What are you doing?”
Zoom. Out from under the tree and down the corridor the Princess bolted, the other cats looking at her in wonder. Then…tinkle, tinkle.
“Parker! Get away from there!”
Out comes my sturdy orange-boy, trotting along as if glad to be out of trouble he was pretending never to have been in.
Who is bothering Josie? I have to tell somecat to leave her alone. And Tucker starts whapping at Renn. My big boy, not to be outdone, starts whapping at Tucker.
At last, everycat is settling down. It’s serene. Time to have a shower, relax, read a bit with a cup of tea before bed. I re-charge the drinking-bowls with fresh water. As I am about to place the large one on the floor - zoom! - Renn shoots off the bed and, crouching low, right under the filled bowl, with no space to spare. No water spilled, but plenty sloshing about in the bowl. Sigh.
And so to bed. Everycat is still. Everycat is resting. All is quiet, until…
“Halllerrr? Halllooeror? Hallererroo?”
That’s all right. I don’t have to get up for another four hours.