Saturday, August 12, 2006

Home alone!

I woke up on Saturday morning as CS and OX got up pretty early. What the heck is wrong with them?? It's Saturday and they get up early after coming home late on Friday evening. I guess I'll never understand humans. I yawned and stretched and walked down the stairs. This darn morning stiffness, I guess I am getting a bit old. CS and OX remind of it time and again, telling me I'm getting grey. I guess they're right, although I hate to admit it...

When I came down the stairs I saw OX packing his suitcase. Man, not again! Are you going somewhere? I hate suitcases! Ah well, I can complain a bit later, but now I have to go for my morning stroll. I went for a short stroll and came back to have my breakfast served. CS and OX are so well trained. I just have to rub myself, meow once and they jump up to serve me breakfast. Just the way I like it! After breakfast I went outside again and laid down in the garden. Then the moment came that the suitcases came down. I could hear them, but I didn't get up. Okay OX and CS, if you want to go away again, your choice, but I'm not getting up to say goodbye. Yeah, yeah, a bit of petting and off they were.

My only question at this stage was: “Who would serve me while they were gone?” I would probably find out soon enough. I spent the day in the area, walking around a bit, sleeping in my hiding place and beating up another cat, who was trying to eat from my snack that was left outside for me.



This is me, strolling in the area




And here I am lazy, lying on my stretcher in the garden

It must have been around 18.00 hrs when I saw the friendly faces of the neighbours popping up. Aaah, Gaby and her cute daughter Rahel were the ones to serve me. Excellent choice! They always spend time with me and Rahel loves giving me the tube. That's good! They opened the door and I followed them in. Okay people, start petting me and I'll show how cute I am. While Gaby cleaned my bowls Rahel was petting me. Great, but uuhh, where's the tube??? Okay, I get it, dinner first and the goodie later.



Me and my tube!

After I finished my dinner, Rahel came up with the tube. YEEAAHHH!! Feed me! I got a good part of the tube and the neighbours decided to leave. I had to stay inside, but that didn’t bother me too much. My belly was filled and it was getting a bit chilly outside, so I laid down to snooze a bit. Actually I fell asleep and didn’t wake up till the next morning.

When I woke up I felt I really had to go for a pee. I went to the door to find it still being closed. Hello? HELLO? HEELLLOOOO?!? Neighbours, let me out!! Darn, they’re probably sleeping in on Sunday. Okay, I’ll use my bathroom. While I was peeing downstairs, I heard the door opening: YES, time to go out and have breakfast. Uuh, maybe have breakfast first and then go out? Ooh, decisions, decisions. I decided to have breakfast first after all. After breakfast I went out and spent a wonderful day outside. The weather was very nice, the sun was shining and it didn’t get to warm. B-E-A-Utiful. Before I realised it, Gaby and Rahel came over again. Is it already that late? I must have lost track of time today. Mmmm, get up, stretch and get ready for dinner. Yummie, I just love food. I quickly worked my dinner down and looked at Rahel, hoping for my tube. And yes! Ha ha, the little girl is a fast learner as well! Again I got a nice treat of tube.

While I cleaned myself Gaby and Rahel went down the stairs to go next door again. Okay, I get it. You go home; I stay inside and wait for you to return tomorrow. I’m a fast learner too, you know. While I was cleaning myself I all of a sudden heard a scream. What the heck is going on?? Rahel was crying and I decided to go check it out. Ouch, apparently Gaby wanted to close the door while Rahel was still holding on to the door, putting on her shoes. I decided to show my discontent and I hissed at Gaby: “Be careful lady, watch what you’re doing. Didn’t you see your little girl still had her fingers there?” Rahel was crying and I felt her pain, so I cried with her, hissing at Gaby every now and then to show my anger. I had to be careful though, she still had to serve me the next day…

I got a bit bored in the evening. I was wondering what I could do. Watch TV? No, that’s not a good idea. CS and OX hate it when I watch too much TV. Maybe I could go down in the basement and throw a few darts? Yup, good idea. I walked down the stairs to go into the basement and…darn, door closed. Shit! What could I do now? Aaahh, I knew what to do. I could start writing my post about my weekend “Home Alone”. I went up the stairs again and jumped up on a chair at the dining table. I know CS keeps her notebook here and she hardly ever switches it off, so I should be able to start my writing. I could see the notebook, but it was closed. How could I open it? I tried with both paws, even used my teeth, but all efforts remained without success. I could get the darn notebook open. I was disappointed and decided to go to bed. I walked all the way up, jumped on the bed and fell in a deep sleep.

On Monday morning I woke up when I heard the sound of the key turning in the lock. What time is it? I looked at the alarm clock beside the bed with half opened eyes. Don’t worry dear reader; I’m not going to tell you what time it was as I cannot tell time. I jumped from the bed and went down to greet the neighbours. Same ritual again: petting, purring, waiting for breakfast and of to the garden. Unfortunately the weather was not so nice, but nice enough to motivate me to go for a stroll. Sometime in the afternoon, while I was taking a nap in the garden, I was disturbed by noise. What is going on? What is this loud noise?? Oh no, kids are playing with fireworks! I hate the sound of fireworks just as much as I hate thunder. Fortunately the neighbours were at home and I saw Gaby coming into the garden to open the door for me. I went in, walked up and decided to hide under the bed. At least I would be safe there.

In the evening my lovely neighbours came over to feed me again. I had a great dinner, got my tube (third day in a row! This doesn't happen to me often) and received some nice petting from Gaby and Rahel. I stayed inside because the fireworks really started to shoot out loud. Man, I hate this. I hid under the bed again and fell asleep at some point…

Next morning Gaby and Rahel came in to serve me my breakfast. I heard them come in, but I also heard fire crackers outside again. I don’t like this. I’m staying here, where I feel safe. All of a sudden I se two pair of feet beside the bed and not much later after that, 2 faces. Hello neighbours, are you looking for me? If you are thinking I’m coming out from under the bed, forget it! It’s to damn loud outside. Apparently seeing me with my eyes open was enough prove that everything was okay, so they went down again. I could hear them preparing breakfast and calling out: “Dale, gutti-gutti.” Yeah, yeah, I know, but forget it for now. Just go away and lock the door okay? I’ll come down for breakfast once the noise outside has stopped. I could hear Gaby and Rahel walking down the stairs, go out and lock the door. I stayed under the bed most of the day. In the evening I heard the key turn in the lock again and then I heard 2 familiar voice! CS and OX were back again!! Now I felt a bit safer and I crawled from under the bed to go down the stairs to welcome them back home. They seemed to be happy to see me again and actually I was very happy to see them again as well. I dropped to the floor, rolled on my back to get the attention from the both of them. And as usual, it worked. Four hands were petting me; two voices were telling me how much they missed me and how happy they were to se me again. All that attention, just for me!

So, that’s all folks. That was my weekend at home alone. And uuhh, have you noticed I can write about my weekend in one go? No part 1, part 2, etc. This is the proof that we cats are more intelligent than humans. I guess I’ll never understand humans, but that’s okay. At least they make great servants ;-)

12 comments:

Mr. Fabulous said...

You know, I am not much of a cat person, but this cat I like!

Expat Traveler said...

haha - Dale is just too spoiled. Maybe I should talk to spunk and see if he will write a bit. I've been taking care of him all weekend but his owners haven't given him his shots to be outside. He's going bizerk and I can't stand it. Luckily they are home today and well I'm pushing for a vet visit!

Capt'n Dale said...

Coming from you, Mr. Fab, I'm flattered. Purrr....

What's this? Too spoiled? Moi!!!??? No, no, no, dearest ET. That how all cats should be treated in general! Poor Spunk! I feel with the kitty.I hate going to the vet's, but I know it for my own good and he's pretty cool. I always get some paté to ease the pain of the shots. Hope Spunk gets to go out soon.

Rob7534 said...

So much I learn from Dale! Like how can I get my fellow humans to look after me with such ernest devotion and attention!

Show us Dale, teach us!

Capt'n Dale said...

Hi Rob, nice seing you. I've been looking at your blog every now and then too. Nice to see you pop. I'd most gladly teach you. Here's the first "don't": Never rub your butt or your tale in a humans face. This way you prevent annoying people who don't like this. The rest is actually pretty simple; be good, show your affection and be nice and polite to the servants. :-)
See you around Rob!

Ginnie said...

Dale, you've gotta write a book! Has anyone told you that yet? Not to inflate your head at all, but you really do have a way with words (let alone humans) and could definitely make a killing at telling your story, just the way you know it. You could even add pics for "show and tell." Food for thought, okay?

Capt'n Dale said...

Thank you so much for the compliment Ginnie. I don't think I will start writing a book at my age though, but the thought of it is nice. By the way, every time I see your blog picture, I have to think of the one time I met this huge dog! That was quite funny. Meow! I think I have to use that subject for my next post. A book huh? Maybe not that bad to consider after all...Purrr, purrr...especially the word "food" is quite inspiring!

The Big Finn said...

Hey Dale -
Tell your mom and dad....
Nice interviews on expatinterviews.com!!!!

Capt'n Dale said...

TBF - I think they read your comment before I did. I heard them talking about it. I think it's a food idea to join in. You may want to leave antoher neme though... You know, for anonimity reasons? ;-) See you on the 26th! (Oh... And Tina might also be there)

Michael said...

That was fabulous!

I remember years ago there used to be a guidebook for cats, one of the things I remember went something like "if you're playing with your friends and you happen to trip and a human sees you, just start licking yourself and pretend like that's what you had planned on doing all along"

Capt'n Dale said...

Yes, I know it. It's hillarious! I must have that somewhere. Unfortunately, it's only a paper version. I'll have to google that and give it to my servants to read ;-)

merlinprincesse said...

Too cute this cat story! :)