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Tales by Cat O'logge

I woke up in the morning to find that it was raining. "How most cumbersome", thought I. Not only, won't I be able to go outside now, but Pala the gardener (we share a mutual dislike for each other) too will be seated on the kitchen steps, rambling off his yarns and kicking me with a prowess most unsuitable for his venerable old age. Father and mother of the house had gone somewhere and only the sons and daughter of the house were at home.

Rudolphus the dog was sleeping with his legs stiking out in all directions, but he awoke most unceremoniously when a clap of thunder shot down from the sky.

Then he too curled up and went back to sleep. That was what I was going to do too. I mean, what else are rainy days for? The sons and daughter appeared to be thinking the same thing, so there was no one around to push me off the settee like they usually do.

I jumped onto it and walked about to find a cosy corner but when I realised that the cushion covers were of some rough material I delightedly scratched my back on it. Then finding that my eyelids were closing on their own I decided to have a bit of a cat nap, so to speak.

Then the phone rang ever so loudly that I nearly fell off the settee. Such a waste, had that happened, I wouldn't want to waste one of the nine lives falling off a stupid settee, would I? I can just imagine myself heroically sacrificing my life in an attempt to save the daughter of the house from kidnappers. (I'd probably have to, Rudolphus wouldn't know a kidnapper from a lamp post). So as I said, the phone woke me up very rudely. I do believe that phones are installed in houses to keep cats from sleeping to their hearts content.

After all, no one in the house seemed to be even remotely interested in answering it. I could hear the daughter of the house loudly asking whether anyone could please answer the phone. Elder son of the house said something which sounded like "dootyaself" (aha, a new word) and younger son of the house woke up long enough to say that could everyone please keep down the racket, and while they were at it, would someone please answer the phone.

Apparently Magilin had heard all this too, for she literally picked me up off the settee from my neck and just let me drop on to the ground.

I yelled as loud as ever (later realising that Magilin and Pala are probably related to each other because they both happen to have the same attitude towards cats).

Magilin told the sons and daughter to please eat breakfast soon, as she was already preparing lunch and that hamu mahattaya and hamu nona will probably return soon anyway.

Suddenly, Magilin stuck her huge fat nose in the air and as if in a frenzy she fled back to the kitchen declaring to the gods that ane apoy that must be the fish curry catching fire.

And this was how I ended up with a lunch of fish and Magilin ended up with having to bear up the wrath of mother when she returned. Ah life is supremely well worth living here in this Walauwa.

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