Morning with a Cat

RO:

Ma trezesc buimaca si fara chef de orice, la sunetul insistent al alarmei. Ma duc la bucatarie sa imi pregatesc un ceai negru – reteta mea pentru zile incepute sub semnul oboselii. Scot canile din dulap – una pentru mine, una pentru el, si pun apa la incalzit.

Un pamatuf, un ghem de blana crem se pisiceste pe langa picioarele mele. O imping usor la o parte – relatia mea cu felinele a fost intotdeauna usor rece, poate pentru ca am crescut avand caini.

Scot pliculetele de ceai din dulapul de sus – micul monstrulet s-a asezat pe un scaun si imi urmareste cu ochi curiosi orice miscare. Pun pliculetele in cani si deschid dulapul de jos, sa le arunc ambalajul. Monstruletul tasneste de pe scaun, curios, cu capul inainte, sa exploreze si aceasta parte interzisa a apartamentului.
O dau la o parte cu piciorul, ea sta si ma urmareste in timp ce pun cate o lingurita de miere in fiecare cana. Cred ca este absorbita de lichidul auriu din borcan.

Facem un pact: eu o pun pe caloriferul de langa fereastra, unde privelistea din strada o hipnotizeaza, iar ea nu mai atenteaza la nimic din bucatarie. Pentru un minut. Dupa care sare jos.

Iau canile de ceai si ma indrept spre dormitor, unde micul monstrulet ma va “ajuta” sa fac patul, atacand cu gherutele patura si pernele.

Don’t you love hate cats?

EN:

I wake up still dizzy and don’t really feel like doing anything. The insistence of that alarm… I get up and go to the kitchen to make myself a black tea – my recipe for the days when exhaustion reigns supreme. I get the mugs out of the cupboard – one for me, one for him, and heat the water.

A cream-colored fur ball is caressing my legs, demanding attention. I gently push her aside – my relationship with felines has always been pretty cold, probably because I grew up having dogs.

I get the teabags from the same cupboard above – the little monster has sat down on a chair and is now following my every move with curious eyes. I put the teabags in the mugs and open the lower cabinet to throw the wrappings. The little monster immediately jumps from the chair down on the floor and, driven by curiosity, headlong towards this forbidden part of the apartment, to explore it.

I push her with my leg again, she watches as I put one teaspoon of honey in each mug. I think she is absorbed by the golden liquid in the jar.

We strike a deal: I put her on the radiator next to the window, where the view hypnotizes her, and she’s not attempting at anything else in the kitchen. For an entire minute. Then she jumps down.

I take the tea and head for the bedroom, where the little monster will “help” me make the bed, by attacking the blanket and the pillows with its little claws.

Don’t you love hate cats?

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. FKE blog says:

    I absolutely love cats… :))

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    1. ioanamciocan says:

      Sper să învăț și eu să le… apreciez la un moment dat. Momentan experimentez viața cu o pisică la apartament pentru câteva zile :))

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      1. FKE blog says:

        Sper ca experimentul asta sa mearga bine, pisicile nu sunt asa rele cum mai spune lumea :))

        Like

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