Cats… like supporting England
Whisper it quietly: I’m not really a massive fan of cats.
Don’t get me wrong, the furry fellas can really get to you when they give you the big eyes.
But if it was entirely up to me, there would never have been three moggies living in the Lewis household.
If you haven’t guessed by now, this isn’t a post from any of the furry chopped boys themselves – although sometimes I think Archie would appreciate a bit more peace – or, of course, from Michelle.
Yes, it’s me. Big bad Dad. Craig.
But before you send out the kitty cavalry, I’ve stolen today’s post to tell you how – despite the fact he’s a perennial pain in the posterior – I can’t help but rush to the rescue of the boy Oscar when he’s injured.
That’s because however many times he wakes me up at 5am with his foghorn meow, however many times he decides he wants to go out the second I finally sit my bum down after a day at work, and however many times (and there’s many) his furry antics or loud purring (not in the Archie category, of course!) get me out of bed, I’m a sucker for a poor defenceless animal.
For anyone who has been stuck in a My Three Moggies free zone for the last few days, our brave boy was the victim of what could only have been a disgraceful ambush from a very large and powerful animal – probably a lion or even a elephant.
This crazed beast had the temerity to set foot on Oscar’s territory, and although it no doubt received the pasting it deserved it did manage to get a few blows in first.
So the vet was called into action, Oscar’s poor face had many a stitch and he’s on the road to recovery.
When the cats are at their most vulnerable the urge to help is impossible to resist, even for a grumpy old man like me.
The reason we ended up with three moggies was, of course, because neither Michelle or I could leave a poor, battered, one eared, slightly overweight cat called Mr Chips at the rescue centre.
These days we call him Archie.
So for the last six days, I’ve been up until midnight, woken up at 6am and sleeping standing up in an attempt to get a convalescing cat, who desperately wants to go back outside, to lay down and get the sleep he needs.
It’s not been easy, I can’t say I’m not dreading another six days – that’s how long we have before the stitches come out – of Foghorn Oscar in the house; but to see his face healing so quickly has been worth it.
When I watch my favourite sports teams, there are periods of intense frustration and times I want to throttle them.
But it is all worth it for that winning moment. You would put up with a lifetime of Gareth Southgate penalties for that.
And I guess it’s the same with cats really.
Those big eyes are worth all the 5am wake up calls. Just.
So, I guess I must be a fan really. Just don’t tell anyone.
Posted on 24/11/2013, in Archie, Henry, Moggies, Oscar and tagged Archie, Dad, Henry, moggies, Oscar. Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.
Ha ha ha, they get you in the end 😀
Awww you big softy you!xx Speedy
Ha! The eyes. It’s always the big, sad, pathetic eyes. Works every time! Sweet moggie daddy.
Love and licks,
Oh Craig, methinks thou protesteth too much (and we don’t believe it for a minute either) – those boys of yours are worth the sleepless nights, the worries when they disappear, even the vet trips because they give OH SO MUCH in return. We’re so happy that Oscar is truly on the mend….and hope there is no “next time” ! Meanwhile, great post – glad you hijacked the blog for today. It’s always good to hear from “Dad” !
Pam (and Sam)
They are worth nearly all, because they are cats :o)
We have it on very good authority that they do indeed have you wrapped around their paw!
Oh sweet, we furries sure have a way of creeping into your hearts
Craig you are just one big softy! We think it is impossible for humans to resist the big kitty eyes and the purring. You are a great kitty Dad. Love Cali, Andy, Tater and Shelly (C.A.T.S)
What a week – ❤ ❤ ❤
All is well xo xo xo
Oscar please stay safe with your brofurrrrs xxxxxxxx
Tims Dad here. Yeah, we have to keep that a bit under the mat so we can keep up the manly man thing.
Yow Nylablue here…me doez NOT finkz it waz an Ellyfant!! No da Ellyfantz LUBZ us Kittehz…but da Lion iz another story…dey can bee bery furoshus when dey come face to face wif us smaller vershunz of demselvez!!!
Now on to yer purrtestin….me feelz fer ya…no trulee, me doez…as I do da same fing to Mum…dere are momintz me can seez her doin a slow boil…me *simmerz* her down wif sum heab buttin n kissey eyez…werkz ebery time….n Mum iz a kitteh lubber frum 12 yeerz old….we kittehz are a pawfull n ya got da triple decker of kittehz wif Archie n Henry n Oscar…
We haz bin purrin n purrayin fer Oscar to get well soon….n fer ya Mr. Craig to find sum peace in all da madness of da Moggiez!! Yerz Nylablue….
Sherri-Ellen here: What the CAT said, lol…. 😉
Very heartwarming post. So glad Oscar is doing so well. My cat Cashew is loud too like a foghorn so I know what you mean. LOL.
Those photos and the smile on your face, Craig, tell the entire story. You are smitten and the three boys have you wrapped around their paws. We and Mom really enjoyed this post from you, and are so happy Oscar’s recovery is going so well. Purrs and hugs, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo
It’s funny how we can do that to people isn’t it!
craig…yur sekrit bee safe with uz !!! …N we noe de moggies loves ewe az much rite bak !!!
Your secret is safe with me, BOL!
Oh Mr Dad Craig…you are like my Dad Peter…except he has ALWAYS been a cat man…he had two cats when Mom met him. Thank Ceiling Cat you took Archie too…
The cats know you are a secret fan! They ALWAYS know!