Bells
A number of bells have found their way into our home. None are up and ringable at the moment, due to the configuration of this apartment. But in most places, many, or all, have been up and ringing. In our first place in Boston, a pleasant brass bell hung near the stove.
When we first brought Moby home, he hid under the sofa, then the bathroom sink cabinet (about 6" clearance) finally under the bed, on an old pillow. Only gradually did he appear during the day, over the course of a week. The only way we knew we had a cat was because his tags jingled, and he chased a ball around late at night, food got eaten, litter box got used. He took his time trusting us, and we didn't push. I would reach under the bed to pet him, and he'd purr anxiously, and I let him stay there.
One night, we heard the bell near the stove jingling. A moment of consternation, we kept the kitchen doors closed. We got up, and Moby had gotten in, and up on the counter, and was licking the pan we'd cooked chicken in earlier. His back ringing the bell. We put him on the floor, but had no heart to do anything but giggle.
This tendency to be Under is part of how he got his name. A black cat named after a great white whale had to have a subversive trait or two.
When we first brought Moby home, he hid under the sofa, then the bathroom sink cabinet (about 6" clearance) finally under the bed, on an old pillow. Only gradually did he appear during the day, over the course of a week. The only way we knew we had a cat was because his tags jingled, and he chased a ball around late at night, food got eaten, litter box got used. He took his time trusting us, and we didn't push. I would reach under the bed to pet him, and he'd purr anxiously, and I let him stay there.
One night, we heard the bell near the stove jingling. A moment of consternation, we kept the kitchen doors closed. We got up, and Moby had gotten in, and up on the counter, and was licking the pan we'd cooked chicken in earlier. His back ringing the bell. We put him on the floor, but had no heart to do anything but giggle.
This tendency to be Under is part of how he got his name. A black cat named after a great white whale had to have a subversive trait or two.
Labels: Moby
Posted by Zhoen on Thursday, March 11, 2010
4 comments:
Cats try to hide their night lives from us, but bells and other "alarms" can sometimes give them away, like when we had our cat, Kitty, who had gotten herself inside a paper bag filled with ticket stubs (don't ask! I had younger kids back then), then couldn't get herself out of it and had to drag herself, in the bag, down the stairs with thumps. She was mortified once we extricated her from the bag!
alembic,
Oh, that's funny, thank you. Poor Kitty.
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