The real thing after all
Oct. 10th, 2013 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzFrom Château Lindelust we bring you the following classic:
There have been some shenanigans between Tatiana, who is a very skinny vegetarian, and Alex, owner of two cats: Boefje and Igor. I'm a fan of Igor, a fat white tomcat with grey tail who holds court at the wifi hotspot near the stairwell. He gets a petting when I pass and he is probably of the opinion more of his subjects should pay tribute.
Both cats are very active as hunters, and the shenanigans have mostly been about either cat leaving a little present in the small hallway (I live in the wide hallway, and at the end is the landing where the staircase is. The small hallway is at a ninety degree angle to the wide one, and Alex's room is wedged in the middle, with a door onto the landing).
The little present has been some cat diarrhoea, always a fun find, or half-torn, half-eaten mice tidbits. These happen mostly in the small hallway and in one particular incident, in front of Tatiana's door. As a vegetarian, she could not appreciate the mild cat humour in all this. "You're too skinny. Here's some meat."
I once came home to a Vogelscheurfeestje (tearing-up-a-bird-party), and joked around with a few neighbours passing by the feather explosion on the upstairs landing in front of Alex's door until the man himself finally woke up. We were all quietly laughing to ourselves and shaking our heads, every one of us happy it wasn't our cat making the mess.
A week or so ago, I came home and saw another dead mouse on the landing, next to the scratching pole Alex put down for his cats. The following morning, it was still there and I alerted Alex to the thing. He poked it with a toe, and said "nah, this is the toy one I bought them. It just looks very real."
I shrugged and went on with my business, which is the default reaction of most people at Lindenlust.
This evening I saw Alex having a chat with Michel and Harry, and the cats joined them. The mouse was still there, but the cats were more interested in the plates on Michel and Harry's laps. Alex tried in vain to distract them with the mouse toy.
"That looks pretty real." Michel noticed. It was the same mouse I had noticed a week earlier, and it looked dishevelled as ever.
"It's just a toy." Alex said. He shook the mouse a little. There was a small, rattling sound one would expect to hear from a toy mouse.
"Are you sure?" Michel asked.
"Wait a minute. It's got paws and everything." Alex was holding the mouse by the tail, which was rigidly bent in an S-shape. "I think it is a real one... "
He got up to throw out the dead, decaying bit of prey. Both cats were still begging for a bit of chicken off' Harry's plate, who happily obliged them.
I guess I'm not the only one who should take to wearing my glasses around the house...
There have been some shenanigans between Tatiana, who is a very skinny vegetarian, and Alex, owner of two cats: Boefje and Igor. I'm a fan of Igor, a fat white tomcat with grey tail who holds court at the wifi hotspot near the stairwell. He gets a petting when I pass and he is probably of the opinion more of his subjects should pay tribute.
Both cats are very active as hunters, and the shenanigans have mostly been about either cat leaving a little present in the small hallway (I live in the wide hallway, and at the end is the landing where the staircase is. The small hallway is at a ninety degree angle to the wide one, and Alex's room is wedged in the middle, with a door onto the landing).
The little present has been some cat diarrhoea, always a fun find, or half-torn, half-eaten mice tidbits. These happen mostly in the small hallway and in one particular incident, in front of Tatiana's door. As a vegetarian, she could not appreciate the mild cat humour in all this. "You're too skinny. Here's some meat."
I once came home to a Vogelscheurfeestje (tearing-up-a-bird-party), and joked around with a few neighbours passing by the feather explosion on the upstairs landing in front of Alex's door until the man himself finally woke up. We were all quietly laughing to ourselves and shaking our heads, every one of us happy it wasn't our cat making the mess.
A week or so ago, I came home and saw another dead mouse on the landing, next to the scratching pole Alex put down for his cats. The following morning, it was still there and I alerted Alex to the thing. He poked it with a toe, and said "nah, this is the toy one I bought them. It just looks very real."
I shrugged and went on with my business, which is the default reaction of most people at Lindenlust.
This evening I saw Alex having a chat with Michel and Harry, and the cats joined them. The mouse was still there, but the cats were more interested in the plates on Michel and Harry's laps. Alex tried in vain to distract them with the mouse toy.
"That looks pretty real." Michel noticed. It was the same mouse I had noticed a week earlier, and it looked dishevelled as ever.
"It's just a toy." Alex said. He shook the mouse a little. There was a small, rattling sound one would expect to hear from a toy mouse.
"Are you sure?" Michel asked.
"Wait a minute. It's got paws and everything." Alex was holding the mouse by the tail, which was rigidly bent in an S-shape. "I think it is a real one... "
He got up to throw out the dead, decaying bit of prey. Both cats were still begging for a bit of chicken off' Harry's plate, who happily obliged them.
I guess I'm not the only one who should take to wearing my glasses around the house...
