Conservatory
Cats’ Chats (C3) February 2013
Our Servants have informed us that our arrival has been
announced to the world. They suggested that we might care to tell the wider
public a little about ourselves and we indicated that we would be happy so to
do. They asked if we would like to have a blog of our own but we declined. We don’t
feel we could commit to such an undertaking with our busy schedule. We believe it
is understood that there are three of us. There were four in our litter but our
other brother had already been chosen by different Servants – the last choice
they will have before they learn who is Master. We shall take turns in
composing this entry. Herschel will start.
Like my
brothers I am an Ocicat. I am a Cinnamon Silver and allegedly I am the most
sensitive of the three of us.
You may be
wondering about my name. Sir John Herschel, Ist Baronet, was ahead of his time
and was named after me. He was an astronomer so it is natural that he was
interested in Time Warps. Time Travel is nothing new!!
We were all rather
alarmed when we were taken from the Servants who had served us all our lives. We
travelled to our new Kingdom in a box that smelled of another Ocicat which was
quite comforting. I believe his name was Winston but I do not know where he
went. It was a long journey and we were tired when the Servants stopped the car
and took us into our new Palace. It makes me quite faint to think about it so I
am going to ask Isambard to take over.
Thank you, Herschel. Before
I continue the saga let me first explain that I am named after Isambard Kingdom
Brunel, the great Victorian engineer. I am a Tawny Ocicat, quite an appropriate
colour for an engineer.
Back to the blog. The first
thing we noticed was that the floors were bare. Could our new Servants not
afford carpets? As we were carried through to another room we were shocked to
see four enormous beasts in the Palace grounds, staring through the glass and
making extraordinary and very loud noises. The Servants placed us in what appeared
to be a prison. What had we done to deserve such treatment? We were relieved to
see a large litter tray in there and we leapt on top of it and huddled together
for courage when the dreadful, slavering creatures burst into the room and came
to sniff us.
We soon discovered that they were interested more in our food than
in us but hissed and growled at them nonetheless. One of them had spots like
Herschel and me but he was enormous. We learnt that these fearsome beings were
DOGS and they appeared to be the Servants’ servants so of little account to us.
We tolerate Servants but their minions are beneath contempt and we shall lose
no opportunity to emphasise that when eventually we allow them to mix with us.
I think Jellicoe should continue.
Only too
pleased to oblige, Brother.
You may have
noticed that Isambard said one of the DOGS had spots like him and Herschel. I
have spots too, on my tummy, but I am a Black Silver Ocicat Classic – a superior
type of tabby of impeccable breeding. In keeping with my very smart uniform and
military bearing I am named after Admiral Jellicoe, 1st Earl
Jellicoe. I have a loud voice, a necessary requirement for issuing orders to
the other ranks on the poop deck, though in my case I have just my brothers to command.
When the Servants are required to attend to us we all shout orders.
The time is
fast approaching when we shall allow the DOGS to come into our domain – the Conservatory
– and we shall venture into their quarters. Our Servants carry us into the
Conservatory in the mornings and one of them sits with us to admire our agility
and beauty and to play with us. Sometimes both of them come in and the DOGS stand
at the glass door and stare at our food while the Servants talk to us and take photographs
and moving images (video) of us. We may be able to include some video of us on one
of our blog posts one day if the Servants can find time to upload it. We understand
that we take up a lot of their time. They are simple souls and learn slowly
what is required.
Thank you, my
Brothers. I am recovered enough to resume. We had not been long in our new
Palace before more Servants came to admire us. Bethan and Robert spent much
time playing with us. Robert is a Cat Whisperer- at least that is what our
Servants called him – and we were happy to permit him to pick us up. I was
still quite skittish.
Then last weekend even more
Servants came, including a very small Servant who had to be carried everywhere.
Our Servants called them FAMILY. There were a number of younger Servants who
spent a lot of time in our domain. We were tired at the end of the day but
discovered that we were beginning to enjoy the Servants picking us up.
I am always
the first to purr. Whenever a Servant speaks to me I purr – it’s only courteous
– and of course I have a very loud purr. We were taken to the STAIRS the other
day. We had never seen such things before but we are wonderful athletes and had
no problem leaping up and down them. I feel there is much more to this Palace
than we have yet seen. The prospect of exploring it appeals to me.
Ciao!
