Day 1 – a little cat story

23 Aug

This is my third week at my new job working for my aunt and uncle’s company on the Sunshine Coast. Because it’s only for three months, I am living with them until I house sit their friend’s place for the month of October. Right now though, I am holding down the fort as they are away on vacation. This includes taking care of a 90-pound dog and a temperamental cat. It’s not a big secret that cats aren’t my favourite thing in the world and this particular cat did not do its species any favours in my books with its antics last night.

Last night, I was fast asleep with the dog laying on his cushion at the foot of the bed when I was abruptly awoken at 4:00am by a frantic scampering/scratching sound. Naturally, in my slumbersome state, I thought that a family of raccoons had snuck into the house and were having a party in the room above me. I pulled the sheet over my head in an attempt to drown out the sound and just hoped that their party would be over by the time it was actually time to wake up. To my dismay, the scratching of paws against wood, sounding way too much like fingernails against a chalk board, was unrelenting. I sat up in bed to devise a plan of how I was going to handle the family of raccoons, when I realized that the sound was coming from the closed bedroom door. That’s when I remembered the cat.

Thoroughly annoyed, I pulled myself out of bed, stumbling towards the door to try and reason with Bear the cat. I gave him this look like “really, what could you possibly want from me at four in the morning?!” The cat looked back like “don’t you give me that attitude” as he curled up his backs like cats do and rubbed up against the door frame. After he was done stretching and being full of all kinds of attitude, he led me to the washroom where his food was. His bowl was empty. Of course. Why wouldn’t a cat want to eat at four in the morning? I forgot cats were nocturnal. You know, like owls. Sleep during the day, eat and live it up at night. Anyways, I gave the prince his food and made my way back to sleep.

To my aunt who will most likely read this post… I love you, but I do not love your cat. I’m sorry. I will continue to take care of him though like a good niece would and I hope you are thoroughly enjoying your vacation :)

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2 Responses to “Day 1 – a little cat story”

  1. grama August 24, 2010 at 11:02 am #

    …………oh. how I do understand you! Bear and I have the same relationship. It was even worse with Bear and Grandpa. The cat would not come into the house if grandpa was there. Partly due to the fact that grandpa would antagonize Bear to no end. If we stayed at Glenn and Kat’s long enough Bear would eventually come in but only into the boys’ bedroom. You may have to just acknowledge that that is his domain. Love you..grama

    • Jamie Born August 24, 2010 at 10:07 pm #

      hahaha… yeah, I can see grandpa not being a big fan of Bear. I have come to terms with the fact that what Bear says goes. I don’t like it, but I accept it :) Love you too!

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