Wednesday, October 30, 2013

One cat moved with us

I only have barn cats and we still have the same barn; we moved from behind the barn to in front of the barn.  But one of the cats has moved.
  
Back at the trailer house, I could count on the cats being on one of the porches, either the front or back, when I woke up in the morning.  If there was a chair available, one or both of them (or all three, back before Susie got stomped) would be on it.  If I inadvertently left a jacket, towel, or rug outside, you can bet your life there would be a cat on it, obviously assuming I had deliberately placed it there for his personal comfort.   

Even though they are barn cats, they still think everything is all about them, and that the world revolves around them.  I really never paid that much attention to cats until Mama Kitty inserted herself into my life, so it's only in recent years I've learned that cats assume too much.  Mama Kitty actually thinks the only reason I get out of bed in the morning is to feed her and her big, fat son, and back at the trailer house she told me this each day, in no uncertain terms, with her polite little mews.  Jake, her only surviving offspring, was always beside her, yowling and howling like a banshee.  

The first morning I woke up here at the old house after we moved, Mama Kitty was waiting at the back door with Jake.  I couldn't believe that the cats had this whole move figured out that quickly.  After a few mornings, though, Jake was no longer with her.  I guess he doesn't like our new abode, because now he's usually waiting for his breakfast in, or near, the barn.    

This morning I was lying in bed awake before 5 A.M. and heard a "plunk" somewhere nearby.  The sound was like when Iris has her rubber ball in her mouth and drops it to the floor.  I rolled onto my side, glanced toward the kitchen, and saw Iris curled up in her bed, sound asleep. 

"Plunk."
  
There it was again.  One of our two bedroom windows looks out onto the front porch, and I got up to see if that was where the noise came from.  I turned on the porch light,and saw Mama Kitty curled up on a chair I had placed there.  When she saw me looking out the door, she jumped down off the chair.  "Plunk."  


And then she started mewing her polite, dainty little meow.  Because, you know, the only reason I get out of bed in the morning is so I can trek out to the barn and feed her.  In her opinion, it's what I live for.  

I'm off to the barn.

6 comments:

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

One way to look at it would be that you are her favorite person. I'm glad I don't have to go outside at all early in the morning.

Adirondackcountrygal said...

My cats are indoor cats and one will climb on me and walk on me until I shoo her off and then we repeat the process until I finally get up and feed them!

Ms Martyr said...

Years ago I had two cats. I solved the problem of them waking me in the morning by feeding them at bedtime. Everybody wins.

TARYTERRE said...

I LOVE cats. They are so sure of themselves, aren't they?

Margaret said...

This post reminds me of my MIL and her barn full of kitties and her "mama kitty." I miss that woman and her wisdom.

Lori said...

Yep, that's a cat for you. We haven't had a cat of our own for a few years, but our next door neighbor's cat has recently decided that we are her second home. She will usually greet whoever leaves the front door first of a morning with a raspy, 13-year-old cat "Mau!" And, sucker that I am, I usually feed her. One good thing about her though is that she is an outside cat; she does not like the indoors. But she likes to curl up on my chair on the front porch, like it was put there just for her pleasure.