Flaire was next to join us after making a huge racket dragging a wiggly worm toy, complete with fishing line and rod into the bedroom to 'gather the troupes', After muffled mewling like a Mummy cat, Wormie dangling from her mouth, she took her place next to me and we snoozed and kept the bed warm. Gazoo made her comfort on the stool, precariously balanced front legs outstretched on a heap of newly folded bed sheets atop a box which was later to tumble off and leave her scrabbling like a rock climber on Everest. Her crampons dug deep and she managed to gain purchase and carry on her somewhat uncomfortable nap.
Eros and Mae were relegated to the bottom half of the bed, they are the youngest and the top section, 'near Momma' is held only by the toppity toppiest of Rex and Flaire and I earn that position. We 'allow' them to be on the bed and a look can shift them off if they get too silly and boisterous. However, this particular day has them relaxed and sedate after copious amounts of chase through the house. All you can see is a flash of blue followed by a flash of cream then on the return journey, a flash of cream followed by a flash of blue then a tumbling, twining and usually screeching ball of fur rolling about on the floor.
Faith joined Momma on the first day and lay, squished up to her so that no one else could even slide their library card between them and we all had to shuffle down a tad so as not to get laid on. She is a bit of a Brahma when it comes to her space and hisses right in your face and you move, just like that, no questions asked. On the second day of resting, Faith and Lillibet joined ManSlave in the lounge as they felt sorry for him having been devoid of the company of any cats. Now we can't have that now, can we?
By huge surprise, mainly as she is known to have a tinky winky on the carpet, was SaBreena joining us. She crept in, asked Momma politely if she may stay and spent the first half of the day on the windowsill watching the snow fall and the other half at the bottom of the bed with the the youngsters. That took some courage on her part and much grumbling and huffing until everyone stopped staring. She finally settled and snoozed happily with us all. It was such a rare occasion that anyone passing her had to have a little sniff. I think it is the first time since she had her last litter of kittens that she has made any effort to be part of the family. She is usually very aloof and spends her days watching Horrible Horraces in the garden.
After a week of much the same I must say it's been very quiet. I did muster up a small puddle of sick ready to surprise ManSlave's sock, but he managed to not step in it once, nor did he notice the floor coloured pile for some days until it dried to a crisp and then it got stuck to his sock. By then, the joke was lost and it paled into insignificance.
Momma is finally up and about, so we are being naughty again, fighting, pushing, shoving, vying for attention. LOOK AT ME...LOOK AT ME...... She always makes life more exciting and we get fresh toys and beds are washed and life resumes. Today is a regular Sunday. Bed changing, vacuuming and lunch in the oven. For speed and ease, she dug into the freezer for short ribs and quality root veg. We shall wait some time until it all turns silky and delectable. Will we get any? Probably not, but if Faith, Lillibet and I sit quietly on the arm of her chair whilst she eats it, we may get a finger-full of gravy each.
Until then, we are causing mischief in the office. My space has been taken up by Faith, Momma's right hand girl today, on my blankie by the computer. I am having to throw my ideas from across the office. Luckily, we had a mid morning mind meld and most of my ideas were sent then. Mae and Eros are into the recycling bins. They are currently empty and providing free entertainment as they crash from one to the other. Elton can be heard through the open window yelling his Sunday sermon to the neighbourhood. Lillibet has the sun spot by the window and is swearing at anyone who ventures anywhere near it. Gazoo is falling about the place on her head, slithering around the bins with the youngsters and very strangely back in call despite the NEUTER-UM chip? SaBreena nips in and out, smiles at Momma and trills her tail then potters off. Flaire is with ManSlave, sucking up and helping him read the Sunday papers by sitting on them.
So as you see, all has returned to normality and normal business resumes. Until next week folks. Be good to each other. Your loyal Queen Vee =^..^=