Tales from theWalauwa - Matzidaning:

Call it World Cup football fever

by Cat O' Logge

Ah, your little friend, the cat, is in an awfully good mood ... cause it's the last match in the football World Cup. I felt sorry for all the cats who would have been domiciled anywhere near that big ground where they played that last match. I mean, did you see those fireworks? Most cats are unfriendly. I have hardly had a good nights' sleep these past few days and come to think of it, not much of gossip around the place either. They all talk football.

The three children in the walauwa don't even engage in a normal fisticuff anymore. Following insults, they simply butt their heads in each others' chests . They call it 'matzidaning' each other and goodness knows where that came from. This means that I don't get to join in on the fun. I can hardly butt anyone with my head, and I can hardly stand anyone butting his head in my chest. Why do you think I've been staying away from Rudolph these past couple of days?

Daughter of the house has finally started to use words other than Brazil, Ronaldinho, Ronaldo and goal. I do believe that she has even started to take her meals regularly. A most pleasant development that is, because she is one of the few members of the walauwa who believes in a cat's right to be passed various delicacies at mealtimes.

However, an overall development of the end of the football season is that dinner is taken back at the dining table, with the discussions of the state of the country, who may have stolen those bananas and really that Magilin must be awarded for this pol sambol, an atmosphere which prevailed before the advent of the World Cup.

Things are rather sedate around the walauwa these days. I didn't really think I'd ever complain about it, but although I'm not given to much prancing around, I don't really mind watching everyone else indulging in it.

What do you think cats do curled up in corners anyway? Surely you didn't think that we like to sleep our nine lives away. However, this is exactly what most people seem to think, and without any caution at all they speak out all their problems not knowing that a cat is attentively listening nearby.

Now this is the best part. I happen to know that mother of the house still doesn't know that butter fingered Leela dropped a plate at the kitchen sink the other day. Father of the house doesn't know that Pala told Magilin that this Pala knows very well who stole those bananas and this Pala also knows exactly what to do with people who steal bananas.

Eldest son of the house doesn't know that someone else knows his secret of wooing a certain girl (the telephone is so very convenient, if you care to ask me...). I also happen to know that one Hamunonage niece is planning to come over for a spend-the-day very soon and that Magilin has already been told to make some wali thalapa for the occasion.

Personally, I think that mother of the house is trying to get two things done at once. Father of the house just adores wali thalapa. And goodness, if my mouth isn't watering as well! I can't really stand sweetmeats, not like Rudolph that greedy mutt anyhow, but I do believe that I shall be paying a visit to the kitchen soon.

p.s. - Visited the kitchen. Mother of the house is well aware of the broken plate.