Sunny days are hard to come by in God’s own land, especially when Mister Monsoon gets it into his head to pour or for that matter just sprinkle. A cat has nowhere to go to take a well deserved nap when that happens. The lady of course likes rain. She can afford to. She has a house you see, where sadly enough the wee little purty cat that I am, I am not welcome.

A small matter of some fish she left on the kitchen platform which (says she) she intended to cook for herself and her old man, and which I gobbled up when she wasn’t around. All I can say in my defense is that I thought she had left it for me in her kindhearted way. I mean, what else would one think the way she chirrups to me lovingly every time she sees me, besides running after me to try and catch me, at her age too?! Of course I don’t let her catch me. I run faster than her and make good my escape. I am a wild one, not a tame house cat and horror of horrors she might start baby-talking to me like she used to do with that dog of hers.

Anyways, kind hearted, that’s the impression I had about her till we had that disagreement about the fish. Well, errrr… I guess there was also the occasion when I tore open the packet of food the old man had got for himself when she had gone gallivanting the country-side and also the day errr… I mean days, I had upset the dustbin in my search for the source of the fishy smell and also the time I broke the eggs making her kitchen smell to high heaven. She had been livid. Knit brows and all.

I heard her mumbling to herself that when the dog was around none of this had happened. Phoooey. Am I glad the dog isn’t around!? I never dared enter the house those days. My place had always been on top of the wall. Being a cutie pie and never daring to enter the house like the fat cat Fatso, my standing with her had been higher then.

Today had been one bright sunny day after days of rain. I found a cozy spot for myself behind the ixora bush and made myself comfortable.
Something woke me. I lay there with my eye open trying to figure things out.

Ohh give me a break! It was the shutterbug lady with her tiny camera.

I yawned and sat up. She was going on clicking me.

I couldn’t have pictures of me taken without a spot of grooming.

For all you know she was gonna post it on her blog for the whole world to see.

A cat has her self respect Can’t have millions, okay thousands…..

errr…make that hundreds, seeing me in an un-groomed state.

I tried to scare her off by staring at her.

No way. Tenacious, the lady is! Sigh.

I almost know how Princess Diana might have felt. Sighhh.

But… enough of this.

I got up in a huff and moved away, to throw her off track.

Should I jump and go find some other place??

Would you believe it the shutterbug lady hasn’t given up! Aaaargh.

Oh well. I’ll just stay put. She’ll get tired of the same old pose and go away.

She’s gone. Hehehe Actually, the lady doesn’t mean harm. But a cat has to sleep undisturbed.

I will now go back to my favorite spot and finish my interrupted catnap.

Meeoow!