The return of The Midnight Cat

I was standing in the kitchen tonight, after having cooked up some turkey burgers, marvelling at my brilliance. I finally figured out a way to make burgers that fit into my insane dietary requirements: cook 1 cup of rice then combine with 500g turkey/chicken/pork mince, 2 eggs, 1 cup gluten-free (or other suitably low GI) flour and 1 cup of frozen vegies and shallow fry in canola oil. I was organising the washing up when I heard a miaow. The Midnight Cat meandered into the kitchen, trying to look nonchalant and failing miserably.

He made a bee-line to the fridge before rubbing his body against my ankles. Being the cutest cat in recent memory I gave in and got out some ham for him to nibble on. I continued washing dishes and he continued trying to get my attention until fed him more. After the dishes were done I took some dry cups into my room and he followed me and started poking around my cupboards and under my bed; I’m not sure if he was exploring, hunting or both. He found a place in front of my heater, curled up and sighed contentedly.

I left him alone and continued with my chores in the kitchen. When I returned he miaowed for more ham now that it was conveniently located in my hand and not in the fridge. I poured him a small bowl of milk and put the ham and the milk on a piece of newspaper in the corner. Once he had satisfied himself he stalked over the bed and sat on the floor watching as I typed on my laptop. He caught my eye, so I called his name and patted the mattress beside me.

He leapt up onto the bed and started walking over to me. He walked onto my crossed legs and placed his front two paws on my chest, effectively walking up my body in such a way that his head was pressing into my shoulder with all his might. I put my arm around him and cuddled him and he purred and arched his back in delight. He was pushing on me in such a way that I had to lay down to stop him falling off me onto the floor; he took full advantage of this and stood on my chest, purring. He lay down, nuzzled his head into my neck and sighed contentedly.

He’s now asleep on the floor in front of the heater... The Optimist has had him in his room overnight and had no problems, not even being woken at sunrise, so I think I’m going to let him stay in here tonight. It's nice to have the company.

I think Janek is jealous.