Cat Paws Through History

      Alas, Ko Ko the Cat did not know what all the fuss was about.

          As he watched from afar, — Mumzy, his human Mama, — was scampering to and fro once again: Pretending to be a squirrel, he presumed.

          Humans could act so silly at times: He mused, as he twitched his long whiskers, and crossed his paws in a royal manner. Not at all like cats. Cats were regal.

          Especially, — Persian cats!

          Being a Persian cat himself, he was quite proud of the fact that his family lineage was steeped in history, and that the breed which he represented was known as one of the oldest and most intelligent breed of cats.

          This morning, he had been sitting in his wicker basket for the past hour trying desperately to take a much needed nap; However, Mumzy had been of absolutely no help. For, it seemed the harder he tried — the more noise Mumzy seem to make.

          “Phffft!” he muttered beneath his breath. Much too much noise for his particular liking at this hour of the day!

          Noise always made it rather difficult for one to fall asleep.

          Why, in heaven’s, she did not know this was a rather perplexing thought. After all, did Mumzy not understand that napping was an essential part of a feline’s daily routine? — He asked himself curiously, as he wiggled his long whiskers.

          Raising his wide head slowly, Ko Ko gave out a loud meow.

          ‘Perhaps now,’ he thought in a somewhat miffed manner, ‘she would comprehend the fact that he wished to have some peace and quiet.’

          Why was it so very difficult at times to train humans? He pondered.

          Alas, did they not consider themselves to be the most intelligent of all creatures which God had created?

          Huh! — Tut! Tut! Tut! That was a matter of opinion!

          “Peef, puff, poof!” he muttered beneath his breath in sheer exasperation.

          Having heard him, Mumzy stopped in her tracks. Turning about ever so slowly, she proceeded to stare at him in the most curious manner: Alas, the stare down had begun.

          Then, with a disturbingly serious look upon her face, she uttered with emphasis:

          “Ko Ko…of all the rooms in this house, I absolutely do not comprehend as to why you insist upon taking your morning nap in our master bedroom?” she questioned, in an authoritative tone.

          Excellent! — At least she had interpreted his meow correctly, Ko Ko mused, as he recrossed his paws in a different manner: Having suddenly become quite bored with the entire matter at hand, he yawned and squinted his golden eyes.

          Now, what was he to do while she was making all this noise? It was rather a predicament.

          Stretching out his chubby claws, he proceeded to do his finger exercises: Pretending to have not heard Mumzy’s most indelicate comments.

          However, — no matter how hard he tried, — it was rather difficult to ignore her presence. She was such a formidable force when she wanted to be.

          After all, but a few years ago, they had named an hurricane after her!

          Come to think of it, he mused, she did seem rather miffed at him. For, he could always tell when Mumzy was miffed. She would have that certain look within her dark-brown, doe-like eyes, almost as if a tornado was about to arise.

          Yet, what Ko Ko could not understand was as to why she was so very upset with him? Alas, — was it not she who was disturbing his sleep, — not the other way around?

          Pish-Posh!

          Sighing, Ko Ko stretched out his short and somewhat pudgy arms even further: As far as they would go in fact, for he just remembered — he had not done his stretching exercises this morning. They were a mandatory, daily routine, especially if one were a cat, which he most certainly was.

          Looking almost like the Egyptian Sphinx, he proceeded to stare at Mumzy with his half-closed, golden eyes. Then, he winked several times.

          Perhaps, he mused as he batted his long, black eyelashes, if he were to concentrate hard enough, he could somehow mesmerize her into stopping all this scampering about. It was quite disturbing.

          Well, he pondered, it was most certainly worth a try.

          Focus! Focus! — Mesmerize!

          But alas, his efforts were to no avail. He failed, for it did not work. She was still scampering about in a most undignified manner.

          Such a disappointment: What was he to do now?