It is now 4.30am and I have been awake for at least an hour and a half. This is not something common for me. I usually wake up at around 6.00am to go to my bootcamp on the beach here in Santa Monica. Today I woke up earlier and it was not my choice. I have to thank my two new friends, Holly and George, for this early morning call.
This is the first time I mention them in my blog, therefore I need to introduce them to you, my dear reader. Holly and George are two wonderful and sweet kittens that we recently adopted. They were born in March 2012, on the 22nd day of that month, from a cute young mommy cat and a brave and energetic daddy cat. Allan, our dear friend, found their mommy cat wandering around his porch and he adopted her, realizing only later that she was pregnant.
Holly and George have three siblings. The other three kittens have been adopted by other families. We decided to adopt the maximum number of kittens our small house could contain because we wanted to give some of them the opportunity to grow together.
We picked Holly, the black little cat, because we were concerned that his color could have caused her problems. As you may know, many people think that black cats bring bad luck but so far I can tell you that Holly just brought us wonderful luck, happiness and many many great moments…if you exclude the fact that, together with her little brother, she woke me up early today. Holly is extremely sweet. She did not really trust us during the first days she came to live with us. It was always hard to pick her up and pet her. She looked at us with suspiciousness and it always seemed like she was thinking “Who are these guys, why are they so kind with us?”. After a while, she started feeling more comfortable around us and now she is the little princess of our family. Every time you look at her, she looks back and with a short but sharp “Mieeeeow” she tells you she wants you to pick her up and/or play with her.
George was an easy pick. When he was a baby cat he was the more social of the siblings. The fact that he was a puffy little grey cat with a funny face also helped us in deciding to pick him. Now that he is almost 8 months old, he is the warrior of the house, the protector of his sister and the fierce observer of anything that happens around our place. As you can see from the picture above, he always wants to be sure that nothing weird in our neighborhood is happening. We call him Mr. Roper, as he reminds us of the funny but extremely curious landlord from the popular TV Show “Three’s Company”.
We named our kittens after two actors. Well, I should say after two movie and TV show characters. Holly is named after Holly Golightly, the star of the wonderful movie “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”. As Holly Golightly, our Holly is extremely elegant but not snobbish, sweet but also unpredictable. George is named after the almighty George Costanza, from the TV Show “Seinfeld”. We love that TV Show and the way our George is clunky and somehow lazy reminded us of the character portrayed by Jason Alexander.
Well, to go back to the inspiration for this post, our two little friends decided to explore the night today. Instead of sleeping like two cute and sweet babies, they started playing around at 3.00am. First, they decided it was time to explore new windows and they started to climb over the little basket I have close to my bed and jump over the bedroom window, right on the top of it. Of course, I understand that they were looking for emergency exits, should anything bad happen in our house. They were concerned about safety and I admire this. My only problem is that as soon as they reached the top of the window, they did not have any idea about how to come back down and they decided to just jump on my face and see if this could have been a solution. I can tell you, it’s not nice to be awaken by a 10 pounds cat jumping over your face while you sleep.
Anyway, I went back to sleep and I thought they were done for the night. Not true. They then started to run all over the place, chasing each other. Again, I know that they were in good faith. They always see me go to the bootcamp to workout and they know that practicing sports is healthy. But there should be a good time to run all over the place like they were two little horses in a race.
Well, I said to myself that after this race they would have gone to sleep. Not true. They started exploring the bottom of their litter box. From my bed, I could hear them digging and digging and digging. I wonder if they thought they would have found gold or oil by digging so deep. Or maybe they were just trying to dig a hole in the pavement and reach the apartment downstairs, where their archenemy cat of our neighbor lives. Maybe they were planning an attack and everything was part of it. First, they checked the windows to be sure that no witness was around. Then they started warming up their muscles for the attack by running all around and then they finally started the final step of the plan by digging the hole in the pavement and creating the access to their enemy.
But it seems like something did not work out as they planned, because right after the digging I started hearing one of them running under our bed and soon the other one came into our bedroom and started meowing, as if he or she was trying to call the other one. I believe that one of them had cold feet and decided to cancel the plan, while the other kitten was trying to call him or her back to action.
This was enough. After trying to sleep for almost a couple of hours since the start of this night activity, I decided it was time for me to wake up. Now while I am typing these words on my iMac, Holly and George are staring at me in a strange way. I wonder if they are thinking something along these lines: “OK, he got us but now we have to find a way to kill him and hide the body, as long as the night is still dark and nobody is around”. Well, I hope that this is not what they are thinking and I hope that nothing will happen to……..
SPECIAL MESSAGE FROM THE MODERATOR OF THIS BLOG: unfortunately the author of the blog misteriously disappeared on the night of November 16th, 2012. Nobody knows where he went, he did not leave any note. The detective interrogated the only two individuals who saw the author of the blog for the last time, his two kittens Holly and George. They said they did not see anything. They also mentioned that the author acted weird during his last night, talking to himself and keeping them awake the whole time. They say they will miss him but they are also happy, because they will finally be able to sleep.