Even in your own home there are things that can surprise you. They can be unpleasant things, like finding out the longlegs have taken in a dog, unusual things like finding a bird in the house, but with a beak so big, and words like a longlegs that it's not easy to challenge them or pleasant ones like finding a new place to explore and take a rest in/on.
Two of those things happened recently.
I had been out patrolling my territory and making sure that all was well. No strangers in my area claiming part as their own, no dog-like ones with big bushy tails and strong smell passing by. All seemed OK and no threats to Superiors.
I went home.
My clearway was open and even as I entered I could tell something was different. There was a slightly strange smell like the woman with the gaudy fur had been there but was now gone. I went towards the place of longlegs food where I could hear the other longlegs who comes here making that strange noise they call singing. Hers sometimes hurt the ears but I needed to see if the strangeness was around her. It was and it wasn't, but when she saw me she stopped singing and passed me a piece of my favourite ham and gave me a quick stroke. I ate it gladly and looked at her longingly in the hopes of another but it wasn't to be.
I strolled through to the longlegs sitting place. The smell was a little stronger.
All was quiet so I knew my longlegs were out AGAIN ! They often leave me. There was something new about the room and I saw it. A tall stand with s strange box on top under a cover. I jumped onto the long seat and ran along the back until I could see the box more clearly. I could tell the new smell was coming from there. I leaped, one mighty leap and landed. The box rocked as I did. Suddenly I heard a bird squawk and then a longlegs voice say " Down boy, Down Boy, do as you're told you silly fool" followed by another mighty squawk. Don't repeat this but for a moment I froze. The tone had been like when my 'The Her' catches me scratching at her seat or borrowing ham from my 'The Him's' plate. I decided to jump down onto the long seat again, leaving the strange box swaying. I looked around but saw no longlegs. Then the longlegs from the food place came through. "Tut tut Oscar" she said " been a naughty boy have you?"
How can I be naughty in my own home? I ask you. Then pulling away the cover she revealed a cage with a bird inside. It's beak was huge but she bravely put her hand forward and stroked it. "Aaaawk" it said " who's a pretty boy. Pretty Polly is."
A longlegs voice from a bird? I wondered if that beak had eaten mine but I knew this longlegs would not be stroking it if that was true.
I settled down to watch and fell asleep.
My 'The Him and The Her' returned with another and I got up to greet them. The new one was saying "Thank you" as she picked up the strange stand and carried the bird away. I shall have to search the village soon and find out where they live.
The other thing that happened was that I was showing my prowess despite my age and jumping around my 'The Him's room'. He has a tall cupboard with boxes on top but I was sure there was space for me too. I landed there but my grip was a little off and I skidded slightly, hitting one of the larger boxes. The lid fell off. Hmmm, interesting.
Inside I could see what looked like a nice comfy place to rest so I jumped in. It wasn't as roomy as I first thought but I was able to curl up..just. I was soon asleep.
Sometime afterwards I heard my name being called. It was my 'The Her' and I could smell fish. But I couldn't move, I seemed to be jammed here. I called out. I called out again, trying not to sound anything but brave and interested of course. I tried to move and the box rocked a bit. I tried harder and it began to rock more until it tipped.......right off the top of the large cupboard and fortunately right into the waiting hands of my 'The Him'. "What have we here" he asked and called out " Julia, quickly, come see." My 'The Her' arrived and the strange hiccuping started. "Ha ha ha."
He tipped the box slightly and I in my bed slid out onto his sleeping place. He eased his hand in to grasp my stomach, I held back on the urge to nip his hand. As he pulled me clear of my resting place he said " Ta Da ! Here we are folks, the Cat in the Hat." From his hand I looked down to see I had been resting inside the tall thing he wears on his head called a topper. He put me down gently and returned the topper to it's box, replaced thelid and placed it back onto the tall cupboard. I heard him say "That'll teach you not to explore so much" as I followed my 'The Her' to the treat she had for me. I thought to myself that exploring was what we superiors do best
Two of those things happened recently.
I had been out patrolling my territory and making sure that all was well. No strangers in my area claiming part as their own, no dog-like ones with big bushy tails and strong smell passing by. All seemed OK and no threats to Superiors.
I went home.
My clearway was open and even as I entered I could tell something was different. There was a slightly strange smell like the woman with the gaudy fur had been there but was now gone. I went towards the place of longlegs food where I could hear the other longlegs who comes here making that strange noise they call singing. Hers sometimes hurt the ears but I needed to see if the strangeness was around her. It was and it wasn't, but when she saw me she stopped singing and passed me a piece of my favourite ham and gave me a quick stroke. I ate it gladly and looked at her longingly in the hopes of another but it wasn't to be.
I strolled through to the longlegs sitting place. The smell was a little stronger.
All was quiet so I knew my longlegs were out AGAIN ! They often leave me. There was something new about the room and I saw it. A tall stand with s strange box on top under a cover. I jumped onto the long seat and ran along the back until I could see the box more clearly. I could tell the new smell was coming from there. I leaped, one mighty leap and landed. The box rocked as I did. Suddenly I heard a bird squawk and then a longlegs voice say " Down boy, Down Boy, do as you're told you silly fool" followed by another mighty squawk. Don't repeat this but for a moment I froze. The tone had been like when my 'The Her' catches me scratching at her seat or borrowing ham from my 'The Him's' plate. I decided to jump down onto the long seat again, leaving the strange box swaying. I looked around but saw no longlegs. Then the longlegs from the food place came through. "Tut tut Oscar" she said " been a naughty boy have you?"
How can I be naughty in my own home? I ask you. Then pulling away the cover she revealed a cage with a bird inside. It's beak was huge but she bravely put her hand forward and stroked it. "Aaaawk" it said " who's a pretty boy. Pretty Polly is."
A longlegs voice from a bird? I wondered if that beak had eaten mine but I knew this longlegs would not be stroking it if that was true.
I settled down to watch and fell asleep.
My 'The Him and The Her' returned with another and I got up to greet them. The new one was saying "Thank you" as she picked up the strange stand and carried the bird away. I shall have to search the village soon and find out where they live.
The other thing that happened was that I was showing my prowess despite my age and jumping around my 'The Him's room'. He has a tall cupboard with boxes on top but I was sure there was space for me too. I landed there but my grip was a little off and I skidded slightly, hitting one of the larger boxes. The lid fell off. Hmmm, interesting.
Inside I could see what looked like a nice comfy place to rest so I jumped in. It wasn't as roomy as I first thought but I was able to curl up..just. I was soon asleep.
Sometime afterwards I heard my name being called. It was my 'The Her' and I could smell fish. But I couldn't move, I seemed to be jammed here. I called out. I called out again, trying not to sound anything but brave and interested of course. I tried to move and the box rocked a bit. I tried harder and it began to rock more until it tipped.......right off the top of the large cupboard and fortunately right into the waiting hands of my 'The Him'. "What have we here" he asked and called out " Julia, quickly, come see." My 'The Her' arrived and the strange hiccuping started. "Ha ha ha."
He tipped the box slightly and I in my bed slid out onto his sleeping place. He eased his hand in to grasp my stomach, I held back on the urge to nip his hand. As he pulled me clear of my resting place he said " Ta Da ! Here we are folks, the Cat in the Hat." From his hand I looked down to see I had been resting inside the tall thing he wears on his head called a topper. He put me down gently and returned the topper to it's box, replaced thelid and placed it back onto the tall cupboard. I heard him say "That'll teach you not to explore so much" as I followed my 'The Her' to the treat she had for me. I thought to myself that exploring was what we superiors do best