Ever since his awol Tiger has returned nice and easy back to our house. In fact, he comes in, he eats a bit, waits for a cuddle or two, and takes off again. He never seems too impressed with what's going on; he just falls over on his side, with some groan-like meow and waits for me to just notice him. He then gives me The Look - in his case, that means: "I am waiting, come pet me, I need some lovin'." With Sayath it would refer to: "Stay the hell away from me before I scratch your eyes out." Meh... - and starts kneading with his paws when he sees me approaching him.
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| Tiger is wondering whether the storm is worth losing his appetite or even his sleep over. |
Today there was a lot to do about a storm brewing in the South of the country. Some heavy thunderstorm, with rain, winds and the whole shabam was forecast, so I did my best to have all cats inside before all hell would break loose. Tiger, luckily, was surprisingly early. He came in at about 3pm, but I did not dare to take any risks, and kept him indoors. The others were pretty quick to follow, but it took another 5 hours to get his sister Patches in. She is always so stubborn. And she has a crazy love affair with a blackbird juvenile.
When finally the storm was about to explode, all cats seemed quite sensitive to the change in the air. Spook was not. He never is, Thunderstorms never impress him. But I was surprised to see Tiger rather nonchalantly waiting to get some noms. After dinner, he just went upstairs. To sleep. And while the thunder roared, and Patches, Troeleke and Bowie hid under the bed, he just slept.
Or he faked it.
Difficult to tell when looking at a cat,
Especially Tiger, who masters the art of fake sleeping like no other.
