Petite Minou is our grey cat - the name she came with is Angel, but we don't call her that. She is very vocal. If she wants out, she almost says out as she mews.
Yesterday she was sitting at the door looking at us as if we were totally inept all the while she was mewing to get out. Her thoughts, "How can these people be so daft? Don't they get it? There is a huge bug out there I NEED to conquer."
Since I am telepathic and I don't want her to think I'm totally daft, I let her out and watched her from the door. Her thoughts, "OMG, how long can I stand there and tell them to let me out. They are so slow on the uptake!"
"Now, where was I? Oh, yes.. that huge bug over here by the supposed post hole she's always griping about. Hm... Oh my.. it's a frog."
Petite Minou crept over to the frog. It sensed her and jumped into the post hole pond. She froze. "Huh? It swims... silly thing... likes water... how vile! It got me wet... I need to dry this miniscule spot of water on my lovely fur..."
Later, when it was time for bed, Mr. Bug opened the door to call for the cat, he jumped back, slammed the door and said, "There's a huge frog trying to get in!"
How big could this frog be? 6 feet? I don't think so. I ran over and said, "Let me see." He refused to open the door because he didn't want to be the one to have to catch it if it hopped into the house... he's a smart man. I opened the door.
All this commotion brought Marmalade from his perch on the piano. He watched as we opened the door. "Hey, look Mom. It's a big frog. He's not 6 feet tall or anything, but he's at least 2 inches long. You gonna let Petite Minou eat it? She eats lots of weird stuff."
Petite Minou came over and sniffed. "Ewww, Mom. That's disgusting! I don't eat frogs. I don't even like frogs - they smell bad. I'm not walking past that stinky smelly frog to come inside. You'll have to get rid of it." I called and cajoled to no avail. She refused to walk past the frog.
Marmalade said, "You big chicken. I'll walk past it." He did - to the outside. Both cats are now out. Great.
Petite Minou said to Marmalade, "You're pretty smart for a boy. Now we are both out and we don't have to go back in - remember - we are cats not dogs. We need to exercise our cat-ness and not go to them every time we are called."
"I'll show you two who's boss...", I said. I slammed the door and turned on my heel. I could hear the two of them bickering out there --
Marmalade - "Great. Now she's off to bed and we are out here with the bear." "At least she left the light on. We can sit on the stoop all night, I guess."
Petite Minou - "It bearSS. There are 2 remember? I'm going up in the tree."
Marmalade - "Hey, that's not fair, I don't have any claws! I can't get up there." Petite Minou - "I'm up here because I can see everything coming and besides, there is only room for one of us up here anyway, fatty!"
Marmalade - "Forget this, I like to sleep on a soft bed curled up with my little girl. Oh.. yeah... my little girl won't be home until tomorrow... one more night on the stairs... The carpeted stairs beat the dark, cold outside. I'm scratching to get in."
I chuckled as I headed up to bed...
The cats were both in this morning. I think Mr. Bug felt sorry for them and let them in. He's such an old softie. Marmalade is perched on the piano watching the birds. Petite Minou is sulking at the door. She wants out....
View More Monday Memories Participants
Trackbacks, pings, and comment links are accepted and encouraged!
Monday, July 17, 2006
Posted by Ladybug Crossing at 6:39 AM