a message from the cat

A message from the cat

In his dottage, our cat Cappucinno has become a mighty hunter. Since all of our cats, Cappy included, are entirely inside cats, his selection of prey is obviously limited. He has taken to hunting in my laundry basket as a substitute for prey on the hoof. It is not unusual to see him trotting victoriously down the hall or into the living room a t shirt, bra or pair of my underpants in his mouth and dragging along between his legs. His yowls of triumph, calling the pride and celebrating a succssful hunt are however, usually so muffled by whatever he has in his mouth, as to be indistinct.

He obviously gets bored when I am gone to the gym, as I almost always come home to a trail of dirty laundry stretching from the living room up the hall to the bedroom. As I work my way up the hall, picking up laundry as I go, I often wonder what the other cats think about this all.

Until just recently, the weather has been extremely hot and very humid, so I have been working out at the gym. Since a recent cool front I have been riding almost daily. I didn't ride today because of the wind which was gusting to 20 mph so I went to the gym instead. When I came home from the gym, I was greeted by a complete set of biking clothes , bike jersey, bike shorts, bra and socks laid out along the hall in the order in which I would normally put them on.

Obviously, Cappy has decided that I should be riding more. Either that or I have done something to really, really irritate him and I am being thrown out of "his" house with only what he perceives of as the bare necessities.