Being Cuckoo-d by a Cat

31 Mar
Being Cuckoo-d by a Cat

There was a hilarious tweet recently that started me on a trip along that leafy memory lane. Someone posted “Our neighbour just put their house up for sale, couldn’t resist a snoop on Zoopla ………. that’s our bloody cat!” There quite unashamedly stretched across the purple bedspread was a very contented fluffy ginger cat. The comments had for more amusement as people across the globe were sharing ‘tails’ of having visitors. So if you’re in need of calm amusement, pop over to Twitter and search #NotMyCat.

Here’s my story.

Back in 2017 I kept my green recycling wheelie bin at the back door so I could easily lift the lid and deposit my green credentials. When Big Sis and I were cleaning house ready for BFF’s visit, Big Sis grabbed the recycling with all intent but as she entered the kitchen said “Can’t put the recycling out, there’s a cat on the bin”.

Now ‘cat’ was no stranger, he was often seen prowling around the gardens, giving cars meticulous inspections and had played with a leaf atop my sisters estate car. He had decided this was his manor and he was security. Postie became a friend to go to for a quick head scratch, bin men were glared at from a distance, window cleaner and gardeners were avoided, a suitable snooze spot in the sun found. He often featured in estate agent exterior photos.

If my front door was wide open he would cautiously approach but not venture over the threshold. His neck would stretch further and further with curiosity but his back paws remained firmly on the door step. Until one day during BFF’s visit the ultimate, irresistible inducement to be courageous was offered – sandwich ham. My fate was sealed.

After BFF had left for home, Big Sis and I were sitting in my lounge when a faint sound could be heard, just slightly, we looked at each other and chuckled. She got up and opened the front door and in sauntered Mickey, on patrol but fussing.

On BFF’s next visit (can you sense a theme here) the bedroom window was opened for air and in the wee hours a voice remarked “Oh it’s you” as a lump walked up BFF and snuggled down for a snooze. A visit to the High Street pet shop resulted in a couple of cat toys and some nip. Somehow while grocery shopping some Dreamies or Felix treat bags sort of accidentally fell in, followed by a box of pouches (well he is a large lad). He confidently strides through an open door or window, has head scritches, chin tickles, back strokes, decides whether he is going to sleep on the wooden chair, desk chair, armchair, sofa or me. Gives me the “Do you mind!” expression if I move a muscle, lightly perpetrates my thigh with his generous acupuncture treatments.

With CoVid delaying BFF’s first visit last year she was concerned that Mooch might have forgotten her (ha! As if). She arrived mid afternoon, front window was opened slightly for air and suddenly this white blob attempted to jump in the narrow gap because he had heard her voice. You could see the joy in his face at having her back again. I’ve told him, June, just 66 days, she’ll be back.

Fur forward four years and “Mickey” (because his black ears reminded me of Mickey Mouse, should have called him Oliver) still sits on the bin, sunning himself, supervising any kitchen goings on, also gently rests front paw on the door handle as a subtle hint.

A carer had a sporty car with a straight exhaust and he’d inspect the car every time, warm his paws on the bonnet, or glare at her when she came in and disturbed his snooze. He is currently working his charm on my other carers. Just last week while I was parked on the porcelain throne Carer was in the kitchen preparing my dinner when she declared “I can’t stand it”. She strode to my lounge and returned to the kitchen and I heard “Here, stop starring at me”, treats were popped on the bin to appease her guilt.

This very morning as I was wriggling into position on my bed, Carer opened the kitchen door and declared “Ohhhh, hello beautiful, do you want in?”….. I think I need to check my care plan, I don’t think it says ‘Look after cat first’.

But, well, he is handsome and charming and……..


Posted by on March 31, 2021 in General, Pets


Tags: , , , ,

8 responses to “Being Cuckoo-d by a Cat

  1. menhir1

    March 31, 2021 at 8:01 pm

    ….and seductive. Eyes – butter wouldn’t melt. Looks very much at home. Order of care plan.dare you to re-negotiate that! Xxxx

    Liked by 1 person

    • AnneMarie

      March 31, 2021 at 8:07 pm

      Lol. The Carer’s who are servants to their own cats are easily persuaded by his charm, those who like cats but don’t have any he is working on, the dog people he’s ignoring.


    • AnneMarie

      March 31, 2021 at 8:08 pm

      Plus, I keep apologising to my carers for him depositing white hairs on their black trousers and the scrutiny they’ll get from their own cats when they get home 😆

      Liked by 1 person

  2. menhir1

    March 31, 2021 at 8:21 pm

    He knows ehat he’s doing, no doubt of that, and he’s got everyone tickling round his ears. Xxx

    Liked by 1 person

  3. menhir1

    April 2, 2021 at 8:58 am

    Forgot to ask. How old is moggy, do you think? He’s certainly got all the tricks of experience. Xxxx

    Liked by 1 person

    • AnneMarie

      April 2, 2021 at 10:42 am

      This is his fourth year of invading my space, he was patrolling my street a good three years before that and he was no little kitten then, so I think he must be eight/nine/ten years old. Definitely experienced in using his charm and charisma to guide us humans.


  4. menhir1

    April 2, 2021 at 10:55 am

    He’s remarkably youthful in the pix. Yup he has you humans wrapped round his four paws and twitching ears, without doubt. xxx

    Liked by 1 person

  5. snowbird

    April 13, 2021 at 8:58 pm

    Oh, I absolutely loved this post. He knows where he wants to be and seems perfectly settled. He’s just adorable! Laughing at him ignoring dog people!xxx

    Liked by 1 person


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: