Friday, 16 April 2010

GREAT BALLS OF FIRE .....



As you will have read in the last post I am the new occasional contributor to this blog. Firstly I should probably introduce myself. I am Elwood. Elwood J Blues, harmonica and vocals. My brother Jake E Blues was the other half of the team. We are two dude cats, separated soon after birth and we have gone our separate ways in life. Of Jake, I have no idea what became of him. That’s what happens to cats. We are an independent breed who lives a life of relative freedom compared to dogs that are carried, led, fed, bred and made to take part in other human designed activities. We, cats, on the other hand occasionally slip in and out of humans’ lives in a kind of semi destructive sort of way, and so make our presence known.

I was originally cared for by my current mentors daughter, who lavished enormous amounts of care and affection on me, and I kindly returned this love by inflicting a cat dust/hair aversion of huge proportions on her other love, namely her partner. This resulted in me being adopted by her father and his long-suffering wife. At least that is what they think. I actually adopted them, and they in turn have yet to agree the terms of our co-habitation, but they will eventually see the main conditions I’ve set are right and proper and come round to my way of thinking.

That therefore is the basis of my existence etc. I like to think my mother was an errant Siamese of good breeding, and my father a randy Tom who happened to be passing by. I have inherited my mothers’ good looks, and possibly a slight smattering of my fathers ‘streetwise’ cunning and panache. I fear I may well have also picked up the genes from my grandfathers stupidity and in some cases, a hell of a lot of them. This is not good. It has little or no kudos in the big wide world, and you will see in the posts that follow that this has a large bearing on all that I do and all that happens to me.

Suffice to say, this little tale of Fire and Water is a case in point. I generally find weather a phenomenon I could do without. I don’t need seasons. I need sun and warmth. Snow is not in my list of pluses. Ok, I do sometimes let myself slip and find rare moments of fun and excitement in snowy days, where I accompany the man of the house in his moments of madness, and we sledge down the hill together. He then carries me back up to the top of the hill on the back of the said sledge, which he finds highly amusing and of course I find very satisfying and saves me platching through the deep drifts. Good combo.

This particular day I had been out for a small ablution moment, and to say it was cold is not the word, it was bloody freezing and my whole head and body was a freeze zone. I blundered back into the house and took up residence directly in front of the Rayburn. An essential item in every cat home. However, Mrs Boss was busy cooking soup this evening and I appeared to be in the way. How that could be I just cannot imagine, but I was summarily shoved through to the sitting room. I made a mental note to rub up alongside her black newly ironed jeans, just so as we understand who’s really the Boss around here.

I sauntered casually into the sitting room, giving her one of my ‘looks’ and wandered through towards the mulberry coloured rug in front of the fire. A good spot of back rolling, leg waving, head rubbing ensued and I then sat up and satisfied I’d left enough hairs to merit a comment and a Hoovering session tomorrow morning I stretched out and dozed fitfully. After a moment, although I felt comfortable, I was still suffering the effects of squatting down on my haunches in the wet, cold snow. I decided to take up position closer to the wood burning stove. A thing of beauty and delight. It was in full furnace mode, having just had a load of wooden logs supplied, it crackled and spat, and so I edged nearer and sat there staring at the glowing red embers and absorbing it’s warmth and cosiness.

I may have dropped off for a brief moment, but the next thing I knew I was grabbed from behind, hoisted in the air and the room was filled with the cries of “Oh My God … look at the cat” and “For the love o’ God what a stupid animal” and one phrase which did attract my attention more than the rest … “Quickly, fill the basin with water, his head’s on fire!” I have to say I was slightly aware of a burning hair sensation and more accurately a slight singeing smell wafting through the air as I was transported at some speed I might add through to the kitchen. This manoeuvre seemed to fan the flames so to speak and I have to say I was quite annoyed at being grabbed in such a violent manner and lashed out at Mr Mentor. I managed to leave my mark on his bare arms, so we both understood my annoyance, and unfortunately he seem to tighten his grip even more.

“He’s not going to like this, but it’s all we can do!” ….. Well he got that bit right. We sailed through into the kitchen and in a moment of sheer madness, he upended me and plunged me head first into the basin full of water. What the hell did he think he was playing at!? For God’s sake cats and water … not a combination you want to play around with. There was a loud hissing sound as my head disappeared into the bowl, and a further loud hissing sound as I re-emerged. The first was from the burning hair and the second from my mouth. I lunged desperately at the idiot that was holding me and managed to inflict an open wound on his other arm and then set about systematically wiping every dish, cup, pot, pan, utensil, and cutlery from the kitchen drainer as I made my escape. He had by now slipped his grip on me and was dancing around the room, waving his arms about like a windmill, and she in turn was chasing after him shouting something about ‘blood everywhere’ and to stand still.

I took a calculated risk and leapt from the drainer, soaking wet and abseiled down the towels onto the floor and skittered across the wooden floor and made my escape towards the bedroom. Always a good safety position, as being old and becoming infirm they cannot always get down to crawl underneath the bed and get hold of me. I just lie there for a while until they are both down on all fours crawling in, and then just leap towards their heads, they in turn shoot upwards and crack themselves on the bed planks, and in the confusion that follows, I simply walk over the top of them and out of the room. It works every time. You would think they might learn, but no, not ever.

After an hour or so, I ventured out and casually lay in the sitting room doorway and listened to the conversation. I gathered after a moment they were discussing me ….

“I saw him, he just was sitting there with his eyes closed leaning slowly forward”

“What, was he asleep then?”

“Yes, fast asleep … then he just leaned a bit too far and fell slowly against the stove, with his forehead firmly clamped up against the side ”

“Why didn’t you shift him?”

“Well, I didn’t think the stupid twat would just lie there, I thought he would spring back when he realised he was burning, but he just lay there, his eyes closed, his head burning and a little wisp of smoke slowly rising upwards from his forehead !!”

‘Stupid twat’ .. That’s no way to refer to your pet cat ... another mental note to sit on his newly washed car next weekend, after I’ve walked through a couple of puddles first.

So, so … seems I may have inadvertently fallen asleep headfirst into the side of the wood burning stove, and obviously caused a minor incident that escalated into something resembling a small nuclear war the way it was being portrayed by the humans. I did notice that the soup was no longer in the pans, there appeared to be a few broken plates in the waste bin, and virtually all the walls and floors in the kitchen had been scrubbed, though the tell tale specks of red seemed to linger on every one. Hmmmm … I slipped outside for a while and had a sleep in the garage until the dust settled, and then He was out in the morning whistling on me with a bowl of fresh new biscuits. Nice one Elwood.

7 comments:

  1. Ode tae Elwood

    Here's da story o a cat n
    Elwood is his name
    When neebin on a rug ee day
    he leant upo a flame

    Withoot him keenin onything
    his fur began tae reek
    His owner jamp up fae his shair
    an grabbed him wi a shreek

    Dey made der wye trowe but da hoose
    wi roars an yells fae baithe
    Tae water Elwood headed fast
    Boy whit a leap o faith

    A drookin cat dat wis ill-pleased
    raised fae da keetchin bowl
    He cloored da flesh o him nearby
    Dan fur swee'in took control

    He cleared da lem fae roond aboot
    da boss man he wis sore
    Anidder cloor da cat had geen
    dan made right fir da floor

    Da pots n plates n forks n knives
    flew everywhar dey could
    As Elwood made his great escape
    An so did Boss man's blood

    Right fir da bedroom he did mak
    wi Boss folk right in towe
    But underneath da muckle bed
    Da humans couldna go

    He waited yunder fir his chance
    when dey wer laid doon flat
    Dey tried tae reck da sabbin puss
    But he's hae'in nane o dat

    He shot oot ower him n her
    an set aff wi sic speed
    Dey raised up quick der heads dey bashed
    Noo somethin else tae bleed

    Da moral o dis story is
    a lesson learnt be all
    Cats plus fire plus water dan
    add humans fir a brawl!

    Haha, whit you dunna get up tae on a day o distress when you should be doin your hoosework. Joost a peerie fun fir dee Magnie.

    Cheers n thanks fir brightenin my day

    Peta :)

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  2. Brilliant !! That's clever, joost need Alex Couper tae pit some music tae it noo :) I enjoyed dat, thanks Peta!

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  3. Thanks Magnie KB and me had a giggle at Elwoods exploits. Edna :D

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  4. Maurice Smith (da Cumliewick Crofter)17 April 2010 19:10

    I reckon the tune of "Da Islesmens Barbecue” would fit, but would cover 2 verses per verse of tune. For them that never heard ‘Sitting Bull’ (Andy Irvine frae Asta) perform this, the melody is kinda like “Ridin Doon ta Glesca on my Soor Milk Kert”.

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  5. The folks at number 8!!!18 April 2010 21:52

    Hiya Magnus - we fairly enjoyed this!! Really made us all smile, and we can just picture the scene!!!! That Elwood - whatever will he get up to next???? MMMMMM I wonder - Love the poem above too xxxxx

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  6. Oh gosh, i'm still laughing. With your wonderful writing, i can picture this so well. Thanks for another very entertaining post. :D Lizzy

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  7. Thanks to all for the comments, and since it's the Folk Festival this weekend, I guess EJB will boogieng and partying most nights, so is saving his latest blogpost till next week. CU soon :) .x.

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