First light was bright light, was warm light, coming as it did through the glass clearways where I lay dozing on the sill. It was really pleasant on my skin. I was reluctant to open my eyes but a good Superior always knows duty comes first, and I'm not just a good Superior, I'm the best.
So, rousing myself with difficulty I jumped to the floor and wandered through to my 'The Him's' room where I could see him sleeping peacefully knowing I had been on watch protecting him through the dark time.
The warmth had worked it's way to my joints which I admit are less flexible now than they used to be. But, they weren't so bad that I couldn't leap from a short distance onto his sleeping place. I had decided not to give in to the temptation to land on his stomach as on one recent occasion he'd sat up so quickly I'd been forced to hold tightly to his chest which had brought forth a screech that had almost deafened me. Superior ears suffer most you see. Anyway, I crept along the form of his body until I reached the head. There he lay actually blowing small bubbles as he breathed and making the odd little grunt. I moved closer to sniff him and my whiskers must have tickled his nose as he let out a mighty sneeze. It didn't wake him and I could see him settling back down. I moved in again more carefully and stuck my cold nose on his, then climbing up onto his body quickly I lay with my paws on his eyelids, nose to nose and with my body running down over his chin onto his chest.
The breathing, grunting and bubble blowing came to an end. I could feel his eyes trying to open under my paws, and failing miserably, then his mouth open in a huge gasp as he tried to breathe in a huge mouthful of air, getting instead my fur. He began to rock and I knew the initial fun was over. I removed my paws and slid off the rocking face onto his pillow. The eyes flew open and the mouth pulled in some air. His head turned slowly until we were almost eye to eye.
Oh Oscar” he said “subtlety is not thy middle name is it.” So saying he swung his legs off the sleeping place, put on his second paws which were made to look like bear's feet and looked silly, and moved to see to my dishes. I could hear him grumbling to himself but I don't understand why, after all I performed my part of the job in waking him didn't I?
After eating I went through to where he was making himself a drink and rubbed myself around his ankles in thanks. He found time to grumble about that too so when he picked up his drink and started off towards his sleeping room again I redirected him to the room he calls the lounge.
“What now Oscar” he asked following me. I sat on the floor by his seat and told him to sit which he did. I jumped onto his knee carefully avoiding his cup which I knew was fill of hot drink. He put it down and heaved a mighty sigh. As he started stroking me I knew he understood. My Longlegs are quite clever in their own way. I stretched, settled and dozed for a few minutes. As I awoke the stroking had ceased and he was asleep again with a now cooling drink on the table. I jumped down from his knee and he woke up. I just sat and stared at him.
He stopped long enough to throw the drink down his throat then with a stretch stood up. I led the way again to the large clearway which he opened so I could venture outside. He went off no doubt to cover his body in water, ugh! And I lay down in the warmth on the welcome mat in case anyone from outside got any bright ideas about disturbing me.
After some time had passed the clearway opened wider and my 'The Her' came out with my 'The Him' in tow. She stepped over me and the warmth from the sky disappeared. Sometimes there's no consideration. She leaned down to stroke my head and said “Hello Oscar-puss, I nearly trod on you then. It's not the best place to lie down.” I disagree, but wasn't going to say so while my head was being scratched like that. She stopped and moved back allowing 'The Him' to step out after her.
“Just off out for a while Oscar” he said, stating the obvious, “won't be too long.” With a nonchalant flick of my paw at his leg as he passed I let them go and resumed my enjoyment of the warmth. It was clear they knew the house was in safe paws with me here so I fell asleep again.
Julia
Oscar, you are a really cool superior.
Wise Cat
An ancient haiku:
wise Superiors
know that the sun shines, gives warmth,
since We demand it
So, rousing myself with difficulty I jumped to the floor and wandered through to my 'The Him's' room where I could see him sleeping peacefully knowing I had been on watch protecting him through the dark time.
The warmth had worked it's way to my joints which I admit are less flexible now than they used to be. But, they weren't so bad that I couldn't leap from a short distance onto his sleeping place. I had decided not to give in to the temptation to land on his stomach as on one recent occasion he'd sat up so quickly I'd been forced to hold tightly to his chest which had brought forth a screech that had almost deafened me. Superior ears suffer most you see. Anyway, I crept along the form of his body until I reached the head. There he lay actually blowing small bubbles as he breathed and making the odd little grunt. I moved closer to sniff him and my whiskers must have tickled his nose as he let out a mighty sneeze. It didn't wake him and I could see him settling back down. I moved in again more carefully and stuck my cold nose on his, then climbing up onto his body quickly I lay with my paws on his eyelids, nose to nose and with my body running down over his chin onto his chest.
The breathing, grunting and bubble blowing came to an end. I could feel his eyes trying to open under my paws, and failing miserably, then his mouth open in a huge gasp as he tried to breathe in a huge mouthful of air, getting instead my fur. He began to rock and I knew the initial fun was over. I removed my paws and slid off the rocking face onto his pillow. The eyes flew open and the mouth pulled in some air. His head turned slowly until we were almost eye to eye.
Oh Oscar” he said “subtlety is not thy middle name is it.” So saying he swung his legs off the sleeping place, put on his second paws which were made to look like bear's feet and looked silly, and moved to see to my dishes. I could hear him grumbling to himself but I don't understand why, after all I performed my part of the job in waking him didn't I?
After eating I went through to where he was making himself a drink and rubbed myself around his ankles in thanks. He found time to grumble about that too so when he picked up his drink and started off towards his sleeping room again I redirected him to the room he calls the lounge.
“What now Oscar” he asked following me. I sat on the floor by his seat and told him to sit which he did. I jumped onto his knee carefully avoiding his cup which I knew was fill of hot drink. He put it down and heaved a mighty sigh. As he started stroking me I knew he understood. My Longlegs are quite clever in their own way. I stretched, settled and dozed for a few minutes. As I awoke the stroking had ceased and he was asleep again with a now cooling drink on the table. I jumped down from his knee and he woke up. I just sat and stared at him.
He stopped long enough to throw the drink down his throat then with a stretch stood up. I led the way again to the large clearway which he opened so I could venture outside. He went off no doubt to cover his body in water, ugh! And I lay down in the warmth on the welcome mat in case anyone from outside got any bright ideas about disturbing me.
After some time had passed the clearway opened wider and my 'The Her' came out with my 'The Him' in tow. She stepped over me and the warmth from the sky disappeared. Sometimes there's no consideration. She leaned down to stroke my head and said “Hello Oscar-puss, I nearly trod on you then. It's not the best place to lie down.” I disagree, but wasn't going to say so while my head was being scratched like that. She stopped and moved back allowing 'The Him' to step out after her.
“Just off out for a while Oscar” he said, stating the obvious, “won't be too long.” With a nonchalant flick of my paw at his leg as he passed I let them go and resumed my enjoyment of the warmth. It was clear they knew the house was in safe paws with me here so I fell asleep again.
Julia
Oscar, you are a really cool superior.
Wise Cat
An ancient haiku:
wise Superiors
know that the sun shines, gives warmth,
since We demand it