I love nights. I know what you are thinking. All cats love nights – they are nocturnal. Yes, we like to prowl around, hide in bushes, then ambush unsuspecting moonbeams, but that is not why I like nights.
No, I love nights because I have Momma’s undivided attention. By 9:00pm I am skulking around at her bedroom door, trying to remind her through telepathy, that it is time to go to sleep because then and only then, I no longer have to share Momma with our gaggle of pets, housecleaning, gardening, painting, computer time and who ever she visits, when she goes God knows where. Sometimes she comes back with cat food, oh and little Temptation morsels, that she only serves to me because I turn up my nose (and whiskers) at wet food. Obviously, I don’t begrudge those trips. I even would encourage to go more often to the pet store.
Jakita, in her wisdom, decided she would much rather follow Wonder Boy’s ‘late to bed, late to rise’ schedule. I mean one night she just plopped off Momma’s bed and she never returned. Well, that is not quite accurate.
You see, during the day when Gen and I are sleeping, Jakita begs Momma to put her up on the bed, (I’m pretty out of shape but I’d be so ashamed if I could not make it on the bed without help – was she born without springs in her back paws?) Then she dog naps as we cat nap. I like Jakita. She always shows me the respect I deserve but I don’t always understand her choices.
Gen and I, we get along fine, love to air kiss but the Diva Calico Gen is besotted with Wonder Boy so she has always wants to share his space at night. Come early morning, when she hears Momma stir, she comes in, meowing softly and jumps up on the bed beside Momma and I, all kisses and giggles, ready to kick-start the day, always up, like the Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidtt. What’s that all about?
That leaves only Bad Boy Andy who would love to sleep with Momma at night, but it is not happening, at least not in my life time. The second he steps in to the bedroom I start my low growl. If he dares to jump on the bed he gets my hisses, and snarls from way down deep in my belly, as I take a menacing stance. Andy may have Momma fooled, but not me. He terrorized me so much over the years, chasing me round the basement, through the crawl space, (never in front of Momma), hunting me down, jumping on my back, nipping my ears. Let Momma love him in the daytime but I got her at night. Andy is the Brainiac. He knows why I give him the deep six. And he will never pursue me in front of Momma because he wants her to think of him as the Black and White Tuxedo Gentleman Cat that he is not!
So I may be old, I may not be a Diva, or a Brainiac. I may have too many coats of fur that turn in to dreadful clumps and make me look like an overweight and out of shape porcupine.
But I know how to take care of business….and Momma is my business.
Got to love the perseverance!