This is how Bugs usually reacts to any crink in the weather involving stuff coming out of the sky and making noise.
So yesterday there’s me racing to finish cutting the lawn before yet another spring storm. There’s Teresa starting to work with Bugs while I put the mower up.
Then, all too soon, there’s the rain and the noise etc. etc.
No storm pictures, so this will do for sound effects.
And right on cue, Bugs slinks away off into the Hell Room.
Here’s him mountain-climbing awhile back in the Hell Room, in case you missed that.
But no scaling of heights in a storm. In a storm our Bugs is in war-mode. Hunkered down.
So Teresa and I try a bunch of stuff to wheedle him out. Extend unto him every treat in the box. No dice.
So Teresa and I use what would be Bugs’s session to talk –
No other pictures of the actual event in real time, so let me just fill in with library snaps I haven’t shared with you yet.
Teresa imagines what life was like for Bugs on the streets –
She notices that he wasn’t in the kind of extreme panicky state some of you have described your animals going into – so she thought it would simply make sense for him to continue doing what worked for him on the streets, to find a nook or cranny to squeeze into, to wait out the storm safe and dry –
And then it was time for Teresa to go. So I try one last time to wheedle Bugs out, to say goodbye.
Keep in mind that historically, once a storm starts, this is Bugs and this stays Bugs.
For many hours. It can be a long, long time after a storm stops, before he’ll creep out again. From wherever he goes in the Hell Room. This is the principal attribute of the Hell Room. Once you go in there, it’s even money whether you ever find your way out again.
The storm was abating – a little – and I’m calling Bugs. With scant hope in my breast.
Out he trots! He says goodbye to Teresa!
Pause for amazement!
Then he creeps back in to the Hell Room.
And then he creeps out again! He gets right up between my feet (another big change) and then he grooms and grooms and grooms. And then he simply stays there, still. Meditating, I guess.
So I think, well, it’s early yet but maybe I’ll try feeding him while he’s out – this storm looks like a long one and he may go back in again, for the rest of the day. But he doesn’t tend to eat when he’s like this. But – let’s give it a try.
Ate everything scarf hoover nom gone.
Well – will he stick around, then?
So I’m still bruised from the events of the past week, so I just go to bed and pull the covers over my head.
(Bugs in a more characteristic mode:)
I put on Ladysmith Black Mambazo.
Praise Bast. As soon as that heavenly soothing music starts, Bugs hops up on the bed and joins me. He crams up against me, taps my lips with his paw a few times. We both sigh, sleep. For hours. It’s crashing around out there, I see his ear twitching, and from time to time he bolts up at a really big one –
But he stays and stays and stays. And I cry off and on, and drift in and out of sleep –
Can this be Bugs?
Was it all that adulation from being Cat of the Day?
In case you missed it, please – adulate!
On the day this ran, this past Monday, 1,468 people came over from there, and had a look over here. From all over the world. Many stayed and subscribed. Welcome new friends. Was it you? All of you?
Or – was it Catsparella kissing the screen (see comments from yesterday)? Frogs turning into princes?
Thanks are in order, no matter who to. All in all, I am devoutly glad. Sad and glad – alive. We are together.
Big progress for Bugs! Our Grayce huddles behind the toilet with loud noises, heaven only knows how that became the “safe” spot.
Ha! Inquiring minds want to know!
Bugs is correct in being afraid of these storms; the other day I was hit in the head with a golf-ball sized piece of hail while trying to cover one of my precious blue hosts (newly foliated and PERFECT) with a pot…I had to put the pot over my head and run back into the house for protection. It hurt like HELL and I was scared!
Also, I love the music…just ordered the Ladysmith Black Mambazo CD on Amazon ($4.40 used including shipping)! I figured if you love it, it’s got to be great; cuz I know you’re a lady with excellent musical taste…thanks for the tip. OXOXOXOXO
Oh dear! Your precious blond head!
What a price you got on the music. I do hope you love it. I’ve loved them for years, ever since they burst on my awareness with Paul Simon & Graceland.
xoxoxo back atcha.
Awwww Bugs! I understand. I huddle under the covers shuddering when it thunders.
Horrible. We manly cats owe it to our public to tell the truth about our vulnerable side.
So lovely. Cats are often good at sensing when we need a little extra comfort. Perhaps he realised that you needed him and is repaying some of the kindness you have shown him, I’d like to think so.
The last photo of Bugs makes him look like a penguin!
I hadn’t heard of Cat of the Day before. I love the text you wrote for it. No wonder people came to visit after reading that.
The very moment I was reading your comparing Bugs to a penguin, he did that extra-fast-and-loud-flappy thing with his head. What means? Well — maybe he’s never met a penguin before? No-no-no-no-no!
I love it when the rays of sweetness shine through. I’m biased in that direction, I have to admit it and especially when I’m unhappy.
Oh yes that Cat of the Day site is just dear. Thank you so much for appreciating Bugs’s appearance there. And might you think about nominating — uh oh. I do believe you might have to choose, pick only one of your little ones? Not that. There’s already quite enough sibling rivalry going on, between the manly escape-artist-hunter on the one hand and the contemplative-yogic-philosopher on the other. . . . But Karen over there is very nice and she answers e-mails; she can tell you.
I visit that site every day, for a pick-me-up, and I would so enjoy seeing your kid(s) there. I just know that people the world over would love to visit with them too.
I though about sending mine over there, but like you said, chosing one of the two seems so mean. I’ll email and ask if they allow bros to share the spotlight.
…continued…Yes, I got an email back today. It’s not out of the question but I’d need to make sure that I send some nice photos where they’re BOTH looking at the camera. I’d better have look for a few really good ones – I think you’re correct in saying that they get A LOT of submissions. It’s a really nice site.
What a wonderful post! Bugs is quite a character and he is learning about love, beautiful!
I am so delighted to see this comment from a new friend. Toemailer, your thumbnail — err, I guess that would be “toenail” — is so cute! Do you have a flower behind your ear, too?
Whenever possible, lol. Actually we are just pretty ordinary folk who got an idea and decided to start a blog, it’s been a lot of fun so far! 🙂
Yes, fun indeed. I checked you out. While a bit puzzled at first, it didn’t take me long at all to get into the vibe — what a neat idea. There is something really compelling about those pics. Blogmates, you might enjoy clicking on toemailer’s link to see what we’re talking about. Didn’t see any cats — but neat all the same.
“Or – was it Catsparella kissing the screen (see comments from yesterday)? Frogs turning into princes?”
Oh, dear..I am tickled pink that you would say so..but I’m pretty sure I had nothing to do with it ..!
Congrats on your Cat of the Week stint, Bugs! Your featured picture is devastatingly handsome!
Catsp, as I live and breathe, I am telling the truth: The instant I was reading this comment of yours, Bugs DASHED in here from the other room, jumped behind the floor mirror, dashed over the west window, dashed onto the bed, from thence to the south window —
Where he is now. Looking out, tip of tail twitching gently.
I would say he’s pleased.
I know I am. Grinning to beat the band. Hi-4!
We have a bit of a psychic connection, that Bugs and me!
Well , congratulations Bugs my boy!! I knew your day would come. Next step, Calenders?
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