Friday, 21 March 2014

A Glare in the Sun.



The cat interrupted the daydream to inform me with a look to sling my hook and quick.  Sitting dozily at the gate ensuring the home is protected, enjoying the sun and awaiting feeding time the last thing a cat needs is some prat with a camera.  There is no preening oneself while the photographer positions himself, no licking of hair to get it just right, no posing on a wall or sitting just right, just a slight turn of the head and a glare.  Cats as you know can glare very well.   At least the beast has some sun in which to dwell.  Facial expressions in people can be revealing however in animals they speak volumes. Dogs, those big lumps that take up lots of room and eat everything and require you to walk ten miles a day with them can say much with a look.  Cats however say much, much more.  They need nothing except your constant attention, food and you getting out of their way.  You have to think if their is a dog in the house, the cat does the thinking for you, the response required from you is mere obedience. 

I have spent the day indoors looking for dead soldiers again.  Some fool found a war memorial from a village nearby last night and realised he had no knowledge of the folks involved and sat up till near midnight scouring the web for little return.  The day has followed on from that very well!  It is just typical that none of the names match those already researched.  Bah!  It is fun mind but annoying when nothing else is found.  At least on this one I discovered a dead Brigadier General (acting) who along with his Major was hit by a stray shell. Some sixty or more such generals perished this way.  

My eyes hurt from the bleary light, even when the sun brightened the day staring at the screen did not improve my 20:20 vision, especially as my vision is more bleary:bleary.  My mind however has been enabling me to forget an enormous amount, so I had to go back to the shop for what I forgot yesterday. While I found myself talking to myself about things I had no connection with I almost forgot the soup burbling away on the cooker but saved that before the burning started.  Later discussing with myself the future football I managed to knock everything down as I went to eat my dinner, put my dinner on my seat as I cleared the mess and then sat on my dinner.
The air, as they say, was blue!

I have now retreated to the west wing in an effort to overcome all this debacle and hope to recover my struggling brain by reclining gracefully.
Did I switch the oven off....?   

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10 comments:

the fly in the web said...

I'm not laughing, honestly...though I was when I read of the fate of your dinner.

Lee said...

It never ceases to amaze me how my Remy can be in two places at once; he's here sitting beside me, chatting to me while doing so, and yet, there he is in your photo! He must travel fast because he and Shama are let outside for only 30 mins, sometimes less, a day! Intriguing, I must say!

The difference between the lovely creature in your pic and Remy is the flesh tip of Remy's nose is black, not pink.

Jenny Woolf said...

Wonderful expression! And you're starting to sound like me, the things you do without meaning to.... Beware!

Carol in Cairns said...

Oh No! Can thing get any worse for you A-man? I used to have a cat that had those colours ~ it was called Puss'llDo. The next door neighbour brought it home from work thing it was her cat and then dumped it when she found out it wasn't. Her work was on the other side of town on the other side of a river. That poor cat never found its way back to the other side of the river. Even when my Mum moved house it found its way back to the old house where the neighbour dumped it.

Adullamite said...

Fly, You laugh at my misfortune....YES!

Lee, Definitely no Remy, this cat does not speak to anyone, just glares and walks away.

Jenny, This is worrying for both of us. We need a holiday!

Carol, Folks who dump cats shoul be shot!

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Perhaps it was really not from stray shells that those high officers were sent to meet their maker? For I remember my dad telling of a grenade going off under the cot of a sleeping lieutenant, who would often eagerly volunteer his platoon for highly dangerous missions in the pursuit of personal glory (when he was awake, of course).

Adullamite said...

Jerry, Such officers often fell to unexpected fire....

Kay G. said...

I was going to leave a really funny comment here...but I forgot what it was!
Cats can glare at you, but they are interesting creatures. I once had a cat that could say my name! "KAAAAAAAAY"...she drawled it out a bit, she was a Southern cat after all!

Mike Smith said...

Not long now, surely, until your home help arrives...

Adullamite said...

Kay, You always leave funny comments Kay! :)

Mike, Hopefully........