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We got our cat Chuy just after we lost our
beloved Wilson to Cancer.
Wilson was the best cat ever and, according
to Harry, still retains the crown. I can still remember having to go to school
one afternoon to tell Harry that Wilson had fallen asleep and had gone to
heaven.
We still cannot talk about him without
tears.
Except recently, when we were on a plane
and Jack sat so still, staring off into the clouds. When asked what he was
doing, he told us…
“Trying
to see Wilson again…”
Cute. Creepy. Cute.
Mum called shortly after Wilson’s sad
passing to tell us that her friend’s stable cat had had kittens and would we
like one. I told her “NO WAY!” which
to my Mum meant “Yes please, that would
be super.”
Chuy was born 2 years ago on Christmas Day,
in a manger might I add. So naturally we wanted to call him Jesus, but thought
twice about it as it might be offensive to some. So instead I called him Chuy
after Chuy Bravo, Chelsea Handler’s Mexican Personal Assistant.
Like Chuy Bravo, he loves food, is a
smartass and is quite opinionated. Like me too, now that I think about it.
Chuy is an outside cat that comes inside at
nights. He has also become a seaside cat, after many trips up to Jabba the Hut.
He spent the first few weeks on top of a cupboard, but now very much enjoys his
time at the beach.
Except for one time, a few weekends ago. When we lost him.
Mr. Woog made the rookie mistake of getting
the cat carrier out in preparation for our trip back home. Chuy clocked one
look at it, rolled his eyes and disappeared under the house.
FOR 3
HOURS.
Meanwhile, darkness was falling and things
were getting desperate. There was quite the friction in the air, as I pointed
out to Mr. Woog what a silly thing he had done, although this might have been
expressed in a more direct fashion.
I had to think like a cat. Our cat. Our
smart, scheming, selfish adorable feline.
I refused to be outsmarted by a cat.
The carrier was put away and I gathered the
family to tell them of my plan. We had to act natural, like nothing was
happening apart from our usual mundane activities that we do on an evening.
Jack set the table and Mr. Woog turned on
the BBQ so the oily smell would permeate the air.
I busied myself in the kitchen, making the
fake dinner loudly. Opening the fridge and shutting it, slamming the cupboards
and rattling the cutlery drawer. For authenticity, the kids even kindly had a massive fight!
We all sat at the table and enjoyed our fake
dinner, talking like normal and me, with one eye on the back door, anxious.
Ever anxious.
Was my plan going to work?
After “dinner” I began to “scrape the
plates” into the bin when a black figure darkened the doorway. It was Chuy,
drawn out from his hiding place under false pretenses of a faux dinner, hoping
to get a BBQ scrap or two.
IN
YOUR FACE CHUY!
I casually walked over, scooped him up
while Mr. Woog fetched the carrier and then got scratched to shit while trying
to deposit Chuy into it.
Fair punishment, if you ask me.
Mrs
Woog 1 – Chuy 0
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Has your pet ever out-smarted you?
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