Leo in Mischief
edited: Sunday, January 20, 2002
By Rose G rose.moss@LineOne.net
Posted: Sunday, January 20, 2002
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Leo is a lovable cat but he can't stay out of mischief for long !
Leo in Mischief
My ginger cats might look very similar, but in personality they couldn’t be more different. Whereas Ginger is sedate, well behaved and so unobtrusive as to be almost invisible, Leo is a bouncy cat, who chatters constantly and is always into mischief.
If I find a mouse scuttling round the kitchen, it’s invariably Leo who brought it in, leaving me to chase round the room, while he complains loudly from the other side of the closed door about, how dare I deprive him of his prey !
I’ve no idea where he finds his supplies, but Leo is always bringing home a variety of foodstuffs, which appear to have come from a bin somewhere, but exactly where is a mystery as everyone in the area has plastic wheelie bins with lids. I have visions of him maybe sneaking into houses through their cat flaps in the dead of night, a silent cat burglar in search of booty !
So far he’s brought in a ham shank, a sandwich, a large heavy piece of mouldy corned beef and half a turkey carcase. Some of his finds are so large and heavy, I wonder however he manages to carry them, not to mention getting them through the cat flap !
My first indication that Leo has been scavenging is a thumping on the floor as he drags his prize around. I hasten to retrieve it. Leo is not pleased and a tug of war ensues, during which Leo acts more like a dog than a cat as he growls furiously as I remove the dubious looking item and throw it away, carefully tying it in a plastic bag, before putting it in the bin and closing the lid.
I just can’t understand why he wants other people’s leftovers as he always gets generous helpings of the best cat food money can buy.
Leo also finds innovative uses for the strangest things. One day, I went shopping with a friend and brought home some books in a plastic carrier bag. When my friend went home, I took the books out of the bag, which I left on the settee and went to put them away upstairs. I was only gone about five minutes but when I returned, I found Leo “dressed “ in the carrier bag ! He seemed to be enjoying himself so I took a hasty photo before untangling him and putting the bag away in the kitchen
Leo’s interest in my computer used to be confined to chasing moving objects on the screen, while I was playing a game or adding his “comments” to an internet chat, but recently, he has decided he doesn’t like my computer at all, as it diverts my attention away from him As his devoted slave, he expects undivided attention, so if I’m writing or typing messages to friends, he is not pleased at all !
He then jumps on the table in front of the screen, blocking my view completely. I lift him down, put him on my lap and cuddle him, before resuming my typing. Leo jumps back in front of the screen as I struggle to read frantic “Where are you messages” from the friend I’m chatting to.
I lift him down again, he jumps up again and this time tries to get out of my way before I can pick him up, he walks across the keyboard, leaving an incomprehensible message for my baffled friend before disappearing behind the settee.
I resume my typed conversation, thinking he’s given up, but a moment later he’s back again in front of the screen. Exasperated, I put him out and shut the door and try to pick up the thread of the conversation again.
Leo has other plans and mews loudly and scratches on the door. Worried about my paintwork, not to mention my conscience I let him back in. This time he settles on my lap and falls asleep with the most angelic expression on his little whiskery face, he might be naughty but I do love him !
When it’s bedtime, Leo acts more like a reluctant small child than a cat !The ritual is always the same: I say “Time for bed, Leo!” and move him from my lap.
Leo makes a protest sound which appears to be “No!” as I put him on the floor. While I turn off my computer, Leo darts into the window and hides behind the curtains, I try to lift him off the windowsill, but he sees me move the curtain and he darts behind a chair, into a space too small for me to reach. I move the chair, and Leo runs behind the settee, chattering all the time, I suspect he’s saying “Can’t catch me !” as the settee is too heavy for one person to move. I give up, or rather pretend to and switch out the light and leave the room.
A few minutes later, I creep back in and pick up the unsuspecting Leo from his perch on the windowsill and take him up to bed. He purrs happily and is quickly curled up asleep at my feet.
If you’re reading this article, you’ll know, he’s graciously allowed me to type it !