Mystery Solved!
By Loverbear
@Loverbear (4918)
United States
September 19, 2012 12:37pm CST
The past few days I have been suffering with pain in my left side, towards the back. I was worried that I had a kidney infection or worse, stones. The pain wasn't subsiding and I was considering going to the doctor. Unfortunately the one I had issued to me by my insurance company is a real dweeb. The first words out of the man's mouth when I saw him for the first time is "Stop taking all of your medications"!! He didn't even stop to think what the medications were for, he just told me to stop taking them. Anyhow, I was getting worried.
I may as well admit that I'm not the world's best housekeeper! I don't really like making my bed and I am even worse about making my waterbed. I figure there are far better things to do than make the bed. I don't want it on my headstone that I made a mean bed!
Now, you say, "What does this have to do with cats?" Those of you who know my crew are already snickering figuring that this is some sort of Khuay stunt. After all he is the live wire in the house, Murphy, Willy, and Dinglebeary are so laid back and usually not mentioned too much. Well this one wasn't a Khuay stunt.
I decided to finally make my bed the day before yesterday and was straightening out the bottom sheet. I use queen sized flat sheets for the bottom sheet on my super single bed because a normal twin sized sheet won't fit properly. So, when I move around in bed the bottom sheet seriously rumples and develops overlapping wrinkles. As I was straightening the bottom sheet I found.... a little white catnip mouse.
I knew instantly who done it. Khuay doesn't drop his toys in bed for me to sleep on, and Murphy is at the age now that she doesn't bother with toys. Dinglebeary hasn't shown any interest in playing with cat toys in the 11 years that I have shared my house with him. That leaves, by process of elimination, Willy. Willy is very well known for carrying around cat nip mice, trying to let us know that he works too. He will come into the family room or into my work room, yelling at the top of his lungs that he caught a mouse. He will climb up in my lap and proudly present me with the trophy and wait for the fuss I always make over him.
If he is feeling really blue, he will come into the bedroom with the mice while I am sleeping. He will quietly drop the cat nip mouse on the bed for me to find in the morning. Usually I find it right away, but there are times that I have such a restless night that the mouse will end up wound up in the bottom sheet. This was one of those times, and like in the story of the princess and the pea, I woke up sore after sleeping on the cat nip mouse.
I can't get upset at Willy. He is such a love bug and he is so insecure of our love for him. After all he wasn't exactly the most handsome cat in the cat world...and he knows it. I give the poor guy all the extra loving I can, but he still has his moments of insecurity. Especially when Khuay comes trotting by with a "catch" hanging from his mouth. Of course Khuay rubs it in by going by the entry to the family room at least a half a dozen times, yelling at the top of his lungs using his "SEE ME!!! I am the greatest hunter, look what I caught" meow. Willy is usually by my side and you can see him cringe each time Khuay catches a mouse. Too bad there isn't cat to cat psychologists! When Khuay catches a mouse and shows it off and announces his catch, I snuggle and hug Willy, reassuring him that it doesn't matter that he can't catch mice. One day he might understand it totally. Until then, I am going to have to keep checking the bed for the catnip mice!
Do your cats bring you little gifts? Do they try to surprise you with their gifts so that your mornings start off brighter?
Now, you say, "What does this have to do with cats?" Those of you who know my crew are already snickering figuring that this is some sort of Khuay stunt. After all he is the live wire in the house, Murphy, Willy, and Dinglebeary are so laid back and usually not mentioned too much. Well this one wasn't a Khuay stunt.
I decided to finally make my bed the day before yesterday and was straightening out the bottom sheet. I use queen sized flat sheets for the bottom sheet on my super single bed because a normal twin sized sheet won't fit properly. So, when I move around in bed the bottom sheet seriously rumples and develops overlapping wrinkles. As I was straightening the bottom sheet I found.... a little white catnip mouse.
I knew instantly who done it. Khuay doesn't drop his toys in bed for me to sleep on, and Murphy is at the age now that she doesn't bother with toys. Dinglebeary hasn't shown any interest in playing with cat toys in the 11 years that I have shared my house with him. That leaves, by process of elimination, Willy. Willy is very well known for carrying around cat nip mice, trying to let us know that he works too. He will come into the family room or into my work room, yelling at the top of his lungs that he caught a mouse. He will climb up in my lap and proudly present me with the trophy and wait for the fuss I always make over him.
If he is feeling really blue, he will come into the bedroom with the mice while I am sleeping. He will quietly drop the cat nip mouse on the bed for me to find in the morning. Usually I find it right away, but there are times that I have such a restless night that the mouse will end up wound up in the bottom sheet. This was one of those times, and like in the story of the princess and the pea, I woke up sore after sleeping on the cat nip mouse.
I can't get upset at Willy. He is such a love bug and he is so insecure of our love for him. After all he wasn't exactly the most handsome cat in the cat world...and he knows it. I give the poor guy all the extra loving I can, but he still has his moments of insecurity. Especially when Khuay comes trotting by with a "catch" hanging from his mouth. Of course Khuay rubs it in by going by the entry to the family room at least a half a dozen times, yelling at the top of his lungs using his "SEE ME!!! I am the greatest hunter, look what I caught" meow. Willy is usually by my side and you can see him cringe each time Khuay catches a mouse. Too bad there isn't cat to cat psychologists! When Khuay catches a mouse and shows it off and announces his catch, I snuggle and hug Willy, reassuring him that it doesn't matter that he can't catch mice. One day he might understand it totally. Until then, I am going to have to keep checking the bed for the catnip mice!
Do your cats bring you little gifts? Do they try to surprise you with their gifts so that your mornings start off brighter?3 people like this
5 responses
@rafiholmes (2896)
• Malaysia
20 Sep 12
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PifvRiHVSCY
not my cats hardly dragged anything.. meawhile...check out DREDD..new movie..
@mysticmaggie (2498)
• United States
19 Sep 12
Oh my gosh, that was too funny! I never had a problem like that with a cat,but I did have a pug who insisted on burying any bone we gave her. Unfortunately, we lived in a small apartment at the time thus cutting down possible hiding places.
After our first baby was born, Grandma D came to see us. What a beautiful, gracious, caring lady she was. We all adored her. She spent the day showing me how to get Mr. Fussypants to sleep longer than ten minutes. Finally it was bedtime.
Earlier we had a beautiful ham for supper and I had stripped all the meat off and given the bone to Maggie (yep, my dog was named Maggie, too). I paid no attention when she appeared without the bone and didn't think of it until I heard Grandma scream at the top of her lungs and a thud as she jumped out of bed!
Maggie had buried the gooey, well chewed but still meaty bone under Grandma's pillow.
Grandma said later that was the fastest she had moved in years or would probably ever move again!
@GardenGerty (160879)
• United States
19 Sep 12
Oh if only all your ailments were so simply solved! My cats, do not go upstairs, except occasionally Princess. She would not want to share. Creamery will bring stuff in and drop it, or hide it under something and I find slimy mouse guts with my feet.
@ElicBxn (63632)
• United States
19 Sep 12
Any "catch" that used to be alive, is quickly stolen by another cat, so they don't need to show us, because they are going to lose it quickly enough.
If they are feeling insecure, they just come sleep with me.
My roomie also has one of those supertwin waterbeds, she uses kingsized flat sheets and they still don't really fit, so we got the California King size.
@carmelanirel (20942)
• United States
19 Sep 12
Those of you who know my crew are already snickering figuring that this is some sort of Khuay stunt.
Okay I admit I always think of Khuay, but sometimes I think it is about Willy too..The other two cats, they don't get any recognition, and I think you should remedy that and let us know something about them..
As for my cats leaving gifts, you know I don't have a cat, but my neighbors do. I was dog sitting for the one a few days ago and didn't see it until I left the house, right at the bottom of the step, was a mouse. Funny I didn't see it going in, since the step hides it going down, but I saw it and fortunately didn't step on it...
As for my cats leaving gifts, you know I don't have a cat, but my neighbors do. I was dog sitting for the one a few days ago and didn't see it until I left the house, right at the bottom of the step, was a mouse. Funny I didn't see it going in, since the step hides it going down, but I saw it and fortunately didn't step on it...