WordPress Daily Prompt: The Little Things

Describe a little thing - one of the things you love that define you worlds but is often overlooked.

I have a blind cat.

“What’s blind Mrs Human?” That is the problem with Fluffy, he does not realise it.

“You cannot see anything Fluffy. That is blind.”

“What’s seeing?” and so the conversation goes on and on.

“Something else Mrs. Human. Why do you call me Fluffy when you write your blogs. My real name is Grögu.”

Fluffy is right, but if I used his real name I think it might be a little difficult for English speaking.

Fluffy was born on a large farm near where I live. The farmer’s wife bred Selkirk Rex cats; a cat that is a freak of nature. The first Selkirk Rex appeared in a litter somewhere in America, known as Miss De Pesto and a breeder decided to see how dominant the curly hair was. He discovered it was very dominant so he bred the first Selkirk Rex cat with Persian cats. Eventually the race of Selkirk Rex was established. Fluffy’s parents were both Selkirk Rex (Cool Man and Lucy) so he is a pure bred.

“You see Fluffy, you are something special.”

“I know all that Mrs. Human but why do you call me Grögu.”

“You were actually called Curly, but when I brought you home Mr. Human took one look and said “Isch das es Gröguli”, translated from Swiss German to English: “isn’t that a funny little thing” and so the name stuck. It was my father, grandfather Human, that called you Fluffy when he was in Switzerland on holiday, so I decided it was a good English name and describes you perfectly. Fluff everywhere, on the carpet, on the chairs, on the floor, you are just fluffy.”

“What’s in a name Mrs. Human, as long as I get fed that is all that matters. Now tell me about this blind thing.”

“Do you really want to know Fluffy? You were two years old and came home from the field. We do not know what happened, but you could not see and sort of sniffed your way home. Perhaps you were hit by a car or perhaps you fell from a great height. We took you immediately to the vets, but he could not do very much for you.”

“No problem, Mrs. Human, I do not have a long term memory, not necessary as a feline, and who cares. I usually smell it in the air when something could be interesting. Admittedly I sometimes stand on my back legs looking for a comfortable chair with the front legs and cannot find it, but that is when you start moving the furniture around. Luckily it does not happen very often. A couple of weeks ago you put two new chairs in the living room and moved my nice comfortable settee away. Had a bit of a mix up at first, not a very good idea when something disappears, but I soon found a nice comfortable place.”

“Yes I noticed Fluffy, on Mr. Human’s chair at the computer. He is not very happy about that, and has to fetch another chair, not wanting to disturb your sleep.”

“Anyhow I find my food OK and water so what could be worse. I can even go out in the garden, although I always have that long lead hanging on my collar which seems to be fixed on a pole. Sometimes I even managed to take a walk on my own. That is fun.”

“Fluffy that is not fun and Mr. Human and I do not like it when you make The Great Escape. We have to try to find you, and that is not good if it happens at midnight when it is dark. Once we found you in a neighbour’s garden near the main road, once you were found on the other side of the main road sitting and shaking on the pavement and once you disappeared in the fields on your way to who knows where.”

“At least I had something to tell the other felines who live here. Nera the chief clapped her paws when I found the road to freedom and I had to tell Tabby, her litter sister, all about my adventures afterwards.”

“Fluffy, I do not regard them as adventures or freedom, more luck than judgement that we found you safe and sound.”

So that is the little thing in my life that is important to me. Not everyone has a blind cat, but he is special and only being overlooked when he decides to explore the great unknown. 

WordPress Daily Prompt: Twenty-Five

There are twenty-six letters in the english language and we need every single one of them. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it. (Feeling really brave? Make it a vowel!)

I do not feel brave today, just tired. I am still sleeping out the effects of celebrating from seven in the evening until three in the morning at my daughter’s (step) wedding reception. It was a fantastic event. We had a hotel room just around the corner to the restaurant, so no chance of escaping when we were tired. Were we tired? Not really, at least we did not feel so tired until we had to get up the next day to catch the train  from the town that belongs with the letter I am not allowed to use, but it is well known for its banks in Switzerland, back to Solothurn.

We had a six course meal, as well as aperitifs at the bar before. It was all followed by cutting the wedding cake and everyone eating a piece. Then we were released and walked along the road back to the hotel.

We had a little problem the morning when we left home. We had to take our little blind Fluffy cat to the vet. He had a blocked gland in his eye and he was in quite a lot of pain. Eventually the blocked channel broke and his eye did not look so good. Luckily the vet said she would keep him for the week-end. We were prepared for the worst, but Fluffy is already into minus one of his nine lives, so he is now back home as if nothing had happened. We just have the problem of giving him the ointment twice a day in his eye.

And now to check if I have a the letter that begins the word that describes an animal with black and white stripes that looks like a stripey horse. I have checked (ctrl “f”) and no, there are no letters that would describe this animal, or even the place you can find them in countries where they do not run wild containing "oo" after the first letter which I am not allowed to mention. I bet most of us have chosen this letter.  

Immortal Fluffy

Sometimes I just don't understand humans. Mr. Human gets herself worked up over the smallest things. This morning I awoke, refreshed from a fifteen hour sleep and was ready to go, so I did. No problem, but Mr. Human threw a fit. I suppose it was my fault, but being a tom cat, we do like to have a good meow in the morning, loud and clear to tell the humans, hello I am here and ready to go, eat, hunt, everything that belong to a feline life.

So what was the problem. I decided to take a climb to the highest lookout point in the surroundings, which was the wardrobe. There are three comfortable feline cat cushions on top, one for Nera and Tabby, my groupies and one for me. Ok to be quite honest I don't really use the cushion any more. A few years ago it seems through unforeseen circumstances I lost my sight.

I am still trying to find out what that means. I havn't noticed a big difference really. I find my food, water and even my cat tray. Mrs. Human even lets me out in the garden, but attached to a lead in case I get lost. Me get lost, forget it. Ok I have been for a long stroll now and again, when the humans are not looking, they call it a great escape. That is when Mr. and Mrs. Human get all sort of worked up and have visions of me disappearing. Hey I am a cat, we always find our way home.

So, to continu: this morning I decided to mount the cupboard. It was very easy. A hop on a chair, then up to a table and from there over the television in the corner with a spring to the first cupboard. Then there was only one cupboard left, which I managed with ease. I arrived, the feline King of the Cupboard.

I then made a mistake. I meowed, a loud meow, one that you could hear in all corners of the domicil. Mr. Human came running, said some human words with a sort of surprised, then schocked, voice and I was soon back on the basic territory. He muttered something about it being dangerous for blind cats climbing up on high places.

He seemed to have a problem. I had none, am still waiting for someone to tell me what a blind cat is.