There is a moment when you wake up and all is well with the world. You are making your plans for the day, you’re ready for anything – then something happens…….
This morning held one of those happenings, courtesy of darling Minou.
School holidays are still in place so I snuck downstairs at 6.30am and fed the pussy cats and made a cup of tea. How I love my first-thing-in-the-morning-cuppa! Trot back upstairs armed with said cuppa and hop (nimbly of course) back into bed ready to read, sip and enjoy the start of the day.
Now dear reader, cast your mind back to childhood. Do you remember your Mum telling you “Don’t guzzle your food or you’ll make yourself sick”? I do. I remember stuffing myself with ice cream so fast it didn’t get a chance to drip off the cone. I also remember heaving it all up very soon afterwords.
Well I haven’t lost the plot (what there is of it) there is a point to this story – read on…..
Picture the scene dear reader, there I am all snuggled up in the duvet with the radio chattering, book in one hand and cuppa in the other. Life is good.
Enter Minou having just stuffed her furry little face with a full pouch of cat food. “Hello pussy, who’s a gorgeous girly”, yes, yes my usual mindless mutterings to the cat. Minou marches all over me and settles herself on the bedside table and looks at me lovingly with those gorgeous green eyes. What a lovely moment.
Have you ever seen a cat retching and preparing to throw up? I have! As I see her furry shoulders heave and the neck going up and down I panic completely (who me!!) and lurch sideways in an effort to knock her off the side table so she won’t throw up all over me, the bed and my books and journal. The floor at this point is preferable. If she is going to do it somewhere I’d really rather the carpet took the hit.
I flail madly and achieve the desired effect of knocking Minou off the table. She thuds to the floor and continues heaving and successfully whoops up her delightful brekkie all over the cream (well it once was) carpet. Alas, at the exact same time my flailing arm has taken out the cup of tea (read large and full mug of tea here) and it moves in a large and really quite artistic arc into the air spilling its contents everywhere. Me, the duvet, the entire bedside table, the books, my journal, magazines – you name it it is soaked. The table is under 1/4 inch of hot brown tea. My alarm clock is almost floating in the sea of brown in a weirdly Alice In Wonderland style, face up with tea dripping off the little bells on the top.
The frozen in time moment is gone. I shriek, I swear and I leap from the bed in a flurry of dripping fabric. Rush to the loo and grab an entire loo roll to mop up the flood. Harry appears and gets over excited at the sight of the loo roll in bedroom (his favourite toy, he can strip an entire roll in about 30 seconds) and starts to chase the bouncing roll as I am madly mopping my way through yards and yards of the stuff. Tea is everywhere. Deal with the wetness and then move on to the really horrid bit. Minou meanwhile has left the room in disgust at my language.
A lovely start to the day. Reflect on the joys of animal ownership. Decide that cat community is now having dietary needs catered to in a different way – 4 small meals instead of 2 bigger ones. Alter day plans to accommodate washing the bedding and wrestling with the duvet.
Remind me why I love animals……..
Karon x
And you thought the cat was going to make the biggest mess?
Jane x