Both Madams slept through the night as babies by the time they were six weeks old. Some people would say I was lucky that this happened. I would argue that luck had nothing to do with it, it was sheer survival instinct on their part. I like my sleep, I need my sleep. Disturb my sleep and you live dangerously.
Unfortunately for me and soon to be unfortunate for the cat, Oscar has yet to learn this.
Now the warmer weather is here we leave a window open for him, the idea is that he can come and go as he pleases without waking us up to let him in or out. This would work just nicely if he did just that, but reality is very different.
He goes out and does his ‘I once was a Ginger Tom’ thing and then lands back in the hallway at ungodly o’clock. If the thud from this does not wake us, the meowing that follows does, this coupled with the stomping all over the bed. Recently however he has really upped his game. Last week following the thud, meow and stomping, came much scurrying around the room, accompanied with a lot of vocal activity. Light on, dead mouse retrieved and disposed of. Thank you hubby. This week he went for a different approach, he flew through the window, charged through the room, like a bat out of hell. Light on, and a tiny bat was discovered by the wardrobe. I was detailed to get a container, whilst hubby stood guard. Container delivered, I seized the chance of a pit stop, shortly after there came a knock ‘you want to see the bat?’ the reply I gave contained the word ‘No’ and several others that I can’t print here. Apparently it was very cute and very small.
I am currently working on a ‘Cat Free to a Good Home’ Poster containing this angelic photo
while his lordship is sleeping soundly!
Anyways this blog is meant to be about the ups and downs of running, not feline antics. The running has been very much up and down this week not just because of the undulations here in Devon but what I assume is my body still recovering. It is odd, I feel fine, I feel I can run, I run and it is harder than I would like it to be and it certainly hurt yesterday more than it should. With the next Ultra (26.2+ miles is my definition of an Ultra) looming, the panic is setting in!