Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Cat-a-tonic.


Hullo ma wee blog,

I wake slowly not wanting to be released from the warm and comfortable oddity of knowing I'm in bed and  asleep. As I come slowly up through layers of gentle awareness and away from the dream state, layers of sound come to the fore; raindrops softly pattering the velux window across the room; slow drips from the underside of the window frame hitting the metal flashing at the joint of the red pantiles of the roof. Beyond these sounds comes a stir of wind and an early birds sing-song, close yet muted by distance and the rain, the kind of gently dropping rain that I hear my father's deeply distinctive voice in my head call  'just a wee smirr' in that broad Scots dialect he used. I smile with the memory and let my mind follow the sound out of the window through the rain and I concentrate on the birdsong as it warbles and undulates across the garden from the branches of one of the plum trees there. The sound moves up and down, a plaintive, thoughtful, appreciative hymn to a morning not quite started. Further out others take up the call. The jackdaw's caw from the mature trees beyond the next door cottage is for once not abrasive, but softened too in the air by distance and gentle rain. From the roof of the cottage a gull joins into this almost Disneyesque call to morning. In my minds eye I see it throw back its head and stretch its wings as it does so. Small birds cheep and the hens across the garden fence cluck from within their roost, eager to be out. I hear a birds scuttling feet on the roof tiles just outside the window.

I am awake.

My eyes open and register the soft grey of approaching dawn, the colours of the room undefined in the gloom, straight edges of the door and furniture still blurred and indistinct. The duvet is plumped around me and I see the outline of my Lovely G at my side. Beyond her lies Jess, visible only as a few blobs of ginger and black against the white of the duvet as her mainly white coat is also swallowed up despite the gently increasing palette now developing from shade. My movement has disturbed her slumber too, but not quite to the point of being awake. {Jess isn't an 'early bird' kind of cat} Still in her dream state she twists and stretches, ending up lying on her back, eyes closed, rear legs up and the pads of her back paws pointing to the ceiling. Her tail twitches languorously between her legs and she stretches out a paw beyond her head, splaying the pads and showing its claws as she does so, the other paw held close to her chest like a child with a doll. A deep sigh emits from her chest and slowly, slowly the outstretched paw relaxes until it rests on the duvet beyond her nose. Her tail starts a twitch but stills as she falls back into a deep sleep, one rear leg giving a minuscule spasm which lifts it a couple of centimetres before it too sinks slowly back to its former place. She snores, a small sound that brings a smile to my lips as I ease out of bed and silently collect my clothes, leaving both sleeping bodies behind.  I take one last look in at them before pulling the door closed behind me and turning to head downstairs to the computer and the luxury and comfort of an early morning coffee.

I can't take the grin from my face as I open the door to the kitchen.

Magic. Pure and simple. Magic.

Listening to this: An early morning favourite wakener.

15 comments:

coastkid said...

Wish i could write like that, lovely words,

Alistair said...

Aw Cheers Buddy. Thanks for that. I wish I could make some of those films you make.

Morning's Minion said...

I could happily read your essays of this sort by the hour. As you have mentioned, it is the observation and retelling of the "insignificant" details of life which can be cherished.
It never hurts the story to include a cat or two!
I love that few moments of early morning when shades of grey take on color again. You've captured and shared some good moments.
And yes, we also have cats who snore--I've been meaning to write about that.

Alistair said...

Thanks MM - as you can tell, they're important wee moments for me too, so I can't not write about them can I?

Glad you enjoyed it. I don't know if I could write them by the hour for you though....lol

dbs said...

I love how you can personify sound.

Alistair said...

Cheers dbs.

Nicky said...

Hehe, so cute Alistair! You really do have a way with words!

Alistair said...

Cheers too Nicky.

I may have a way with words but it doesn't help me get out of trouble according to my Lovely G. {Most of the time anyway!}

Kat_RN said...

I can feel the magic when I read this post, and I am smiling too. Excellent! Thank you for sharing.
Kat

Antares Cryptos said...

Well written. Not so wee moments, but the ones that simply bring contentment.

I'll have to come back here on the weekend to read it.;)

Alistair said...

Kat - Simple things can be magic sometimes can't they.

AC - Thanks. I hope you enjoy it as much the second time too.

Rebecca S. said...

Quite simply as fine as anything I've ever read in a novel. You painted a wonderfully vivid picture of you waking moment. I find myself quite envious!
Cheers,
Rebecca

Alistair said...

Rebecca - Jings! Thanks very much. I do like my early mornings and I enjoyed the pre-amble to getting up that morning.

Andrea said...

I love the way you write.

Alistair said...

Careful Andrea - you'll have me blushing next.....lol

Thank you.

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