Monday, 17 March 2014

a cat's life (or weekending like a cat)

Sometimes, I would love to live the life of a cat. 

We have two cats, Pippin and Lupin, both females. Pippin is a recluse and more or less lives at the foot end of Sam's bed, curled up in a ball, with the occasional foray outside and to her food bowl. Who knows, maybe she is partying the night away with her cat pals, but whenever I see her, she is sleeping.

Lupin on the other hand is a sociable creature. She seeks human company and it is her that stops me from going crazy during long lonely days at home. She spends a large part of her day sleeping, too, but she is usually where I am, and she follows me around like a duckling would follow his mother. Maybe she just wants food but I do feel loved by this small creature. She is tiny. She had kittens a almost two years ago, when she was still a kitten herself and somehow spent all her energy on growing babies rather than herself. I think. But maybe she is just a West of Scotland breed.

Lupin hops on my chest as soon as I bunk down for the night but I don't mind, she usually leaves after a few minutes of intense purring and digging claws into my chest. She is always waiting for me to wake up in the morning, ready to hop back on my chest when the alarm clock sounds.

Lupin and Pippin are loved but never harassed. They get cuddles and food and have no chores. They get to sleep for 20 hours a day. What's not to love?

I pretended to be a cat over the weekend. Well, not really of course, I just kept a low profile, letting everyone else get on with their busy lives. I woke up with a splitting headache both Saturday and Sunday and did almost nothing for two days. I was grumpy because I couldn't really move my head and I could feel my pulse deep inside my brain. On days like that it is best to keep out of the way to avoid unnecessary arguments. So, after taking a hefty dose of painkillers I spent the afternoons on the sofa and once the pain was only a dull memory, I started reading. I finished my March book and read an entire other book, too. I did not mention to anyone that my head was actually a lot better after a few hours... I also spent some time knitting. Sometimes, doing less goes a long way towards feeling better. I love those kind of weekends when we have no plans and do what we like to do.

The rest of the family were going about their own business, pottering, baking, playing, dozing, watching cycling on the telly. It is good to know that I am not essential, that life moves on without my constant input. You see, I am planning a weekend away sometime soon.... They are perfectly happy without me it seems. Although of course I would hope that this is because they feel reassured by my presence in the background rather because they really don't need me.

Annie was busy rearranging furniture  and stuff in her freshly painted bedroom.

Sam spent most of the weekend in his pj's. Apparently this is a must on a Saturday but he did get dressed on Sunday and took the little creatures to the park for some ball kicking.

Richard went on an epic bike ride on Saturday, then cooked dinner and did my other chores. He continued to do be a busy man on Sunday. Bless him, he is a good man.

James and Alistair spent most of the weekend outside in the back garden, playing football, jumping on the trampoline and running around. They were filthy, red cheeked and hungry all weekend.

And so, another weekend has passed. I woke up this morning without headache and the sun has made a brief appearance, too. It is going to be a good week. I hope yours will be good, too. Cx


  1. I'm sorry you had such a bad headache, and I'm glad you're feeling better now. I love how you didn't tell anyone your head was better after a few hours. That sounds just like something I would have done when I was raising my five kids. Ha!

    1. It was just so tempting to remain on the sofa and read.... I don't often get headaches. I am lucky really. The annoying thing with headaches on the weekend is that everyone assumes it is a hangover! Which it wasn't :)

  2. I hope you're feeling better now, Christina. I've never been away by myself but I would love to do it someday. I think living like a cat sounds wonderful. I might try to spend the rest of the afternoon this way because I'm tired and I don't feel like taking care of anybody...

  3. The life of a cat, very tempting isn't it? I'm glad your head is all better and it sounds like you enjoyed your reclusive weekend with your books and knitting. I have spent all day today catching up with everyone's blogs and my knitting so I've been a cat today too x

  4. Glad your headache has gone at last, it sounds nasty. The life of a cat always sounds blissful. They are free to come and go as they please, and they get food, warmth and shelter. They really have it sussed, don't they.

  5. I'm glad your headache has receded and you managed to enjoy your book and knitting. Your post of living like a cat reminded me of a story BigR has of a dog who wanted to be a cat as they had a better life (lazing around not working) until it was mealtime and the cat only had a bowl of cream! Everyone needs some downtime now and then.


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