The Midnight Cat

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30731935.post-29738492836931023282008-06-26T01:53:00.003+10:002008-11-01T23:57:43.457+11:002008-11-01T23:57:43.457+11:00The Midnight CatI’m determined that the last post tonight will not be negative... Since moving in The Optimist and I have noticed that our cul-de-sac has a couple of cats roaming around. There is one in particular that I’ve seen around a lot, who is particularly cute and fluffy, that we have really taken a liking to. He isn’t particularly friendly; when I see him in the street I bend down to say hello and rather than being greeted with the cold indifference that only a cat can pull off, he runs away from me. I call him The Midnight Cat. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNkKgau-qu4/SGJqa325SAI/AAAAAAAABsw/JVHnWot2OQc/s1600-h/49SOR.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNkKgau-qu4/SGJqa325SAI/AAAAAAAABsw/JVHnWot2OQc/s400/49SOR.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215848328351795202" border="0" /></a>Incidentally, The Midnight Cat is not the only four-legged animal in our house. Months ago, The Optimist told me that during the night one night he woke and felt a warm weight on his chest. He pushed it off and went back to sleep. He woke up again and heard a scuffling around on his desk; turning on his lamp, he was face to face with a rat. A big one. He then remembered the weight on his chest and shuddered (and while retelling the story to me, he shuddered visibly again, bless him). He spent the better part of an hour, in the middle of the night, trying to get the rat out of his room but to no avail. The Midnight Cat is so named because he always comes over to our place late at night, walks straight into the house and circles our feet when we are in the kitchen doing the dishes, purring. The Optimist and I have started to give him little pieces of bacon or ham so that he’ll come back because, in The Optimist’s words, he’s “always wanted to befriend a cat”. Also, The Optimist figures that if The Midnight Cat makes his visits more frequent, then the Midnight Rat will piss off and stop jumping on him in his sleep. The photo below shows The Optimist’s hand, feeding The Midnight Cat some bacon. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNkKgau-qu4/SGJquGvTKtI/AAAAAAAABs4/zRGxhUFvuDU/s1600-h/P06-24-08_23.50.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNkKgau-qu4/SGJquGvTKtI/AAAAAAAABs4/zRGxhUFvuDU/s400/P06-24-08_23.50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215848658763983570" border="0" /></a>Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698765100516227836slowlanedan@gmail.com4