A Cat on the Counterpane
Denise > I went to the guest bedroom to fetch something or other, and when I went back – just a few moments later – to return it, I found a cat on the counterpane – Princess Pickle ensconced on the royal bed, like a Tudor monarch for an audience with the Privy Council!
My photo didn’t catch her expression when I first saw her: it said, “Oh, do let me stay here a little while!”.
But we didn’t.
Now, hours later, Pickle’s outside in the garden at dusk, still punishing us for the affront to her dignity of being turned out of the guest room. She’s hiding somewhere amongst the bushes, refusing to acknowledge our calls, or the rattle of her favourite biscuits in her special bowl (she can tell the difference!!) and making us worry about her staying out all night. “That’ll teach them”, she’s thinking : spitefulness, J says, is a trait of advanced intelligence. That’s something Pickle’s only ever actually done twice in nine years – so she’ll probably come in anyway, when J comes back from his bedtime walk with Tilly.
I’m so glad she came in…the night-time predators are the very worst for cats. Cats seem to be yummy and easy to capture and eat.
;~(
So glad Pickles relented and came in for the night. (We have the same problem with our cats sometimes, and in our woods we have foxes, fishers, and coyotes.) And what a pretty kitty!
Why do cats always want to be where we don’t want them to be?! I try to keep our guest room a cat-free zone, too, which just means it is the place they yearn for above all others! Princess Pickle is beautiful–I do love a calico!
Calico Counterpane. I like it. Alliterative archaisms. Where else can we do this but in a WordPress blog?
Love the old-fashioned word “counterpane” – don’t blame the cat! 🙂
D > She is such a superior cat: the Princess spot is to her the acme of civilized life!
Awww ! I hope she gets over it – and stays in her allotted places happily.
D > pickle is permitted the same spot on our own bed, and she goes there with me at bedtime, until nasty J scoots her downstairs to the utility.
At least you love her.
J just as much – and Pickle him. But J’s job in our household/family has always been to apply discipline!
Glad she deigned to return to the safety within the keep (?)
I have to go feed a friend’s cat Tuesday who has already attacked me once. Spitting alpacas I can deal with. Cats, however, I cannot read!
J > She’s in now, on the bed with Denise until I go to bed too: she knows then that she has to go and sleep with the other cats in the utility.