A new day had just begun and the first rays of light started to peer through the skylight and pierce the solitude and darkness of the sleeping quarters of Mr Midnight and Sir Winston. The birds started to sing their early morning song.
Mr Midnight lay opposite Sir Winston who still appeared to be sleeping, as he thought to himself; …..why do the flying things always have to make such a din in the morning?
Sir Winston stirred ever so slightly and replied
I am now Mr Midnight! A bit of a silly question at this time of the morning don´t you think. Can´t you keep quiet for a bit longer. It´s bad enough having to listen to the songs of the birds at all hours.
Mr Midnight had just finished washing himself and the fur on the top of his head was sticking up at an unusual angle.
Can you remember? Last night daddy came home very late and he told me while giving me my late-night (early morning!) milk that he had just got back from a concert at a place called Stuttgart. He informed me that he had been to see my favourite band . . . . Depeche Mode. Apparently, he always goes to see them when they are visiting but then again, he does have good taste 😉
As you know, we cats are not fond of crowds, so I prefer to listen to Depeche Mode on those shiny metal things in the living room. As readers may already be aware from previous blog postings, I especially like the analogue keyboard sounds of the last three albums, especially the “Playing the Angel” album and the latest album, “Delta Machine”.
Because of daddy earning his keep by playing about with human fur….
OK, sorry, a hairdresser,…..he also commented about how refreshing it was in his opinion, to notice that a small number of spectators actually had stylish hairstyles. He has often commented in the past about the lack of human individual style sense, so I suppose the concert was also appealing to him from a style point of view.
When I´m sitting on the porch, observing the humans who pass past our kingdom, I often think how boring most of their fur . . . . . ooooops, sorry, hairstyles, and methods of clothing seem to be. I mean, everybody should dress and style their hair as they wish to do so but why do most people seem to want to copy one another? It´s not only in areas of what humans call “fashion”, but also in most other areas of everyday life.
Haven´t humans a mind of their own?
Why do the majority want to copy one another?
I can understand why daddy found some of those people at the concert to be interesting . Because of them being individuals, they obviously stuck out like a sore claw (thumb).
Humans are obviously not as individual as they wish to make themselves believe. Afterall, they are not cats. We are very individual. They probably feel safer when the clothe and act the same as one another.
By the way, what´s that strange thing you´ve done to your fur on the top of your head?
It´s called the funky spacecat look. All the cool cats are doing it.
Well so much for my patter about cats being individuals. There are obviously some cats who occasionally, wish to act like humans and do the same thing as every other cat. It must be something to do with the pressures of living with human beings.
…….Your style looks very nice Mr Midnight. I hope you can keep it spikey on top all day.
Mr Dog next door also has a new look. It´s called the “shaggy look” . He loves listening to his masters so called “heavy-metal” music (music? . . . . it´s worse than the early morning din of the birds) so I suppose the “shaggy” look is good for him. It wouldn´t suit me though. I like smooth, cool, punky short styles.
Come on Mr Midnight. All this talk about styles has given me an appetite. Let´s go upstairs and find daddy to get some “stroking” and eat some breakfast. I´m famished.