Wednesday, May 14, 2008

House Guests

They departed last night, our guests Louis and David. They came for the weekend whilst their parents were abroad and spent the weekend playing games, causing trouble, sleeping and eating. Like 'proud parents' ('PP') M and I spent evenings entertaining them and taking photographs of them snuggled up together angelically or fighting in the middle of the floor. Even at such a young age both had distinct personalities: Louis settled down very quickly and thought most activities to be a great game whereas David remained resolutely grumpy and stand-offish. Make the most of a weekend away, not him.

Much as I enjoyed being a PP, I was rather pleased to have an unbroken nights sleep last night. No more drifting off to sleep hoping that they were still alive, no more awakening suddenly as one of them climbed onto the bed, no more lying there in the dark as they chased each other up and down the sitting room engaged in some form of horseplay which invariably ended up with them fighting each other. No more crying outside the bathroom door as I got ready for work, not allowing them inside as they jumped straight into the shower and started trying to lick all the bottles before padding wet paw prints up and down the hall.

There were many touching moments in the weekend as well as the outright comical, like finding Louis down the back of the bedside table snuggled into a ball in a space which looked far too small for him and having to get him out again somehow. Or both of them standing on their back paws trying to reach up to the glasses of water on a table. Or finding them both curled up on a pile of shoes on the floor underneath our clothes rail. They also both had a habit of sneaking under the duvet during the early morning hours, so I often awakened to find one of them curled up sleeping in the crook of my knees. So it was with mixed emotions that I packed up their food and bowls, emptied their tray one last time and watched with horror as just before their parents came to collect them Louis coughed up a fur ball and was sick on the floor.

7 comments:

pierre l said...

Sounds as though you had a fascinating weekend. Are we going to get any pictures, please?

James said...

You should put the picture at the end. Despite many clues it wasn't until the very last line that I actually realised you were talking about cats.

Although I did wonder how a child had managed to get stuck behind a bedside table.

KLS said...

Delightful post.

Rachel said...

good idea James!

that was kind of my intention, they sort of behaved like children as well (with the exception of the paw prints and the fur ball!)

pierre l said...

I am confused. I assume you added the picture after I wrote my original comment - or was I so taken in by the suspense that I didn't see the cats? I wondered for a moment whether anything else produces fur balls? It is a very nice picture.

Rachel said...

hehe. no, i added it after you posted your first comment. i hadn't uploaded them from my camera when i first wrote the post but the photo came out well so i thought i would add it.

wontletlifedefineme said...

A friend of mine has a cat, and when he was still little he loved to snuggle up on or in my sleeping bag. So whenever I packed my sleeping bag or wanted to zip my bag (with sleeping bag inside) closed, I'd always have to check the cat wasn't inside first.

-Marjolein