It’s that awkward moment when the phone rings and the sound wakes you up. You feel the device, feel a lump on the side and think what the hell is going on, this bed is yours. You assume. This is Mr. Molotov, who, tired of the heat, made his way into the room, climbed into bed and is enjoying the coolness of the air conditioner. Of course you didn’t notice as he walked over and sat on the throne next to you.
And as the cell phone stops ringing, Mrs. Ballou falls on the bed like a shell, meowing heartily as if she’s been starving for days. Phase: “wake up, you slept, I want to eat, and I want it now!” Such a life with a cat – in this case, two.
Today is World Cat Day and that Chinese proverb that God created cats because man cannot pet tigers comes to mind. Seriously guys? Seeing you in the face of an irritated or angry cat is exactly how you will react if after a while you are covered in scratches and you don’t care where they came from.
Crazy cat
I did the trick a few years ago when a dirty – beautiful – tile cat cornered Mrs. Bala. Where Madame Ballou, the so-called empress, sat on the ledge of the balcony as another Juliet, looking indifferently at her meowing Romeo below. I also saw Marika Netzer as a matchmaker in the movie “Yews Kokomaras” and said to bring the living together. As soon as I lifted the barrimango from the ground, he flashed two or three outstretched claws in my face, just to remember him. I went to the emergency room every night to get tetanus medicine with my face covered in blood.
Mr. Molotov is approaching 14 years of age. Mrs. Ballou is about 7. Mr. Molotov will only meow when he’s hungry or irritated, where he resembles Donald Duck with that distinctive “hhhhhh” coming out of his throat. Ms. Baloo is more talkative, she can meow for hours when you talk to her. He also specializes in kegs, which he performs with great grace, enthralling the crowd.
This is written by a person who was allergic to cats for a year. Tears and itching in the larynx increased. I don’t know what changed, but it must have worked homeopathically when I decided to adopt a little kitten that had been abandoned on the street a few years ago. The house in which I lived then had a garden, where the child was outside most of the time. I think this gradual contact with him was therapeutic. Today, especially in winter, both Mr. Molotov and Mrs. Balov will take a place in the bed and, if they want – if – make room for people as well.
For the cat lovers reading this, I’m sure you have many stories to share. But this text is not just for you. It is because of these incredible animals that they teach you so much, and most of all they teach you to respect each other’s personal space and to take nothing and no one for granted.
If the dog comes 20 out of 10 times you call it, the cat will come half of the time. Many times she will show up when she wants to, not because you called her. And she’ll do this incredibly tender gesture of nodding her head to greet you, leave her scent on you and show you how much she loves you.
Tail up, happy cat
She does it with the same ease with which she learns to respond to her name or if she will be waiting outside the door when you return, you, the great hunter, in the bags you carry, there must be something for her. She does it automatically, like when you’re stressed or sad, and she’ll come over and rub against you or sit on your lap with that rhythmic, calm “poo-woo-woo” that comes from her insides and gives it to you to slow down, calm down.
I think there is no more peaceful image in the daily life of a cat lover than to see an upright tail, slightly curled at the end, moving playfully in space, a sign of the happiness of the living, who feel safe and show it. The cat shows her emotions perfectly, it is clear that she gets close to her people, it is clear that she understands the stress, joy, sadness, anger that can prevail at any moment in the house. And he will react accordingly, being one of the most intelligent beings that exist in this world.