Cat & Mouse & A Lovely Morning Cuddle

Friday again! Perhaps I shall make my ‘Friday Blog’ a regular thing.  If so, then I also need to make this a regular slot for a weather report, so as not to disappoint.  Therefore, for those of you reading this and care to know, here it is:

Today, it is…..wait for it……cold.  Again.  There you have it.

It is also March 1st, and that means that soon the surrounding fields will be filled with  new-born lambs frolicking hither and thither (a bit of old English that),  bird’s nesting  and ‘hosts of golden daffodils’ as far as the eye can see.

That, at least, is my idyllic vision of a spring which is  almost upon us despite the fact that although the sun did come out to play for a short time it has, once again, gone ‘missing in action’.

Meanwhile, we have plenty of ‘sunshine’ indoors thanks to the fun and games, indeed commotion galore, thanks to our naughty cats.  It’s that boy again (cat, not human).  Husband gets up at the ungodly hour of 4.30 every morning.  Before he leaves for work he feeds the cats who have come to expect having breakfast this early every morning. Oh yes, weekends are fun in our house!

A few mornings ago I was doing my usual.  That is, I was trying to get back to sleep (having been awake oh, let’s say, since about 3 am as per ‘normal’) when, from downstairs, and unusually, I could hear the back door open, then close, then open again, and the strained sounds of Husband’s voice saying, “Eddie!” and “out!” and “no!”

This was interspersed with the sounds of a kitchen chair being scraped across the floor, cats leaping about all over the place obviously in a state of some kind of great excitement, and finally, what to me sounded like a very deep growl.  By this time I was sitting bolt upright in bed.  What on earth?  Did we have some wild animal in the house or something?

The back door closed and the strange growling sound stopped.  Husband’s footsteps coming up the stairs.  Oh oh.  He had come to tell me that Eddie had brought a live mouse inside the house and dropped it on the kitchen floor causing the poor mouse to try and run for its life.

Maisy was delighted at this real, live mouse, oh boy, did it smell great, so very different to their toy mice filled with catnip, and it moved all by itself!

One mouse. Two cats. It had no chance.

I’m just a little ashamed to say that I couldn’t help but let out a laugh.  Then Husband told me that when he had tried to get Eddie and the mouse back outside before it got loose in the house, Eddie had growled at him!  So I was right about that.  I know why he growled.  He wanted to bring the mouse upstairs as a present for mummy and daddy wouldn’t let him.  Petulant teenager, that’s all.

This morning was more peaceful. Having been awake since sparrow’s fart and feeling very tired, I crept downstairs to make a cup of tea, taking the luxury of bringing it back up to bed with me. I am most definitely not a morning person and need to wake up slowly you understand.

As I sat up in bed, propped up by lots of lovely, comfy pillows enjoying my cup of tea  (all I needed was a bed jacket and I could have been like Lady Mary from Downton Abbey)  Eddie suddenly appeared from nowhere and, with a happy little ‘chirrup’,  jumped onto the bed padding across the duvet to greet me, tail straight up in the air as cats do.

Eddie Knows How To Relax(c) copyright Sherri Matthews 2013

Eddie Knows How To Relax
(c) copyright Sherri Matthews 2013

He settled down for a cuddle right next to me (always on my left side for some reason!), nuzzling into me to ensure that I gave him lots and lost of attention.   At these times, he gets so luvvy and purry and delighted that he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.  He is the only cat I ‘ve ever known who lets us stroke with his paws without pulling them away, they are so gorgeous, soft, gentle little lion paws.  That could kill a mouse.

These morning cuddles happen quite often but the only problem is that his timing is so bad because it always  seems to be just before I have to get up! One centimeter I move, and that’s it, he’s gone.

But they are lovely while they last.

I do enjoy telling Husband about these morning cuddles with my little boy.  Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to repeat his response.  I think he might be a little jealous.

But I know he loves him really.

Spring is on the way, take heart.

About Sherri Matthews

Sherri is a writer with work published in print magazines, anthologies and online. As a young British mum of three, she emigrated to California and stayed for twenty years. Today she lives in England's West Country, a full-time carer within her family. Her current WIP after completing her memoir is a psychological thriller.
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10 Responses to Cat & Mouse & A Lovely Morning Cuddle

  1. Hi,Sherri. Well, you knew you would see me here when you first began to type your post about the cat!! I enjoyed reading it. None of my cats have ever tolerated me touching or patting their paws. Lucky you! I would like to touch my cat’s paw because it would seem like we were “holding hands.” Aren’t we all just “too silly” about our cats! 🙂


    • sherrimatt says:

      Ha! Thanks Beverly! I would have been disappointed if I hadn’t see you here with this post! It is lovely being able to stroke Eddie’s paws and not quite sure why he tolerates it. They do have their little ways don’t they! 🙂


  2. Came home from playing w/the grandson’s to this great story. It put a huge smile on my face and thank goodness Eddy didn’t present you with his pressie!!!!! xo


    • sherrimatt says:

      So glad it made you smile, knew it would! Yes, thank goodness otherwise this story would have been oh so different and not a happy one! Safe to say I would have let out a rather loud scream! 🙂 xoxo


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  4. mumblypeg says:

    Those cats! Can’t help loving them! I bet they thought they had died and gone to heaven, especially Maisy when she saw the real thing. I did laugh though. I can just imagine what a shriek you would let out if Eddie had brought the mouse to your bed!! EEK!! I remember when our ginger tom brought a mouse indoors and it got behind the Aga. What a game that was to get it back outside. xxxx


    • sherrimatt says:

      I seem to remember that! I’m so glad that I wasn’t the one who had to deal with it! I’m glad the story made you laugh, thanks again for your great comment 🙂


  5. Gotta love those cats. One of my two is only a little thing but she’s pure huntress. She’s been bringing in prey that’s been getting progressively bigger, it started with a vole and has, so far, gone all the way up to a blackbird that was almost bigger than her head (I managed to save the bird).


    • sherrimatt says:

      Ha! I know what you mean! This is the first time Eddie has brought in a mouse but he did bring in a bird once (also a blackbird!), right upstairs and plonked it down just outside our bedroom door. Both the cats were playing with it but as with you and thankfully, my husband was able to save it. Thanks so much for sharing this story here 🙂


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