Homer's Odyssey and a Fearless Feline Bug Catcher
I started reading Homer's Odyssey by Gwen Cooper last week, and it has got me so enthralled I have to force myself to slow down (I don't like to rush through books, regardless of how good they are. In fact I especially like to slow down for a good book to really soak it up)!
For those who haven't heard of this great read, it's about a young, fun, single girl who adopted a third kitten who has no eyes. And despite her reservations she finds herself drawn to this fearless little kitty and can't find it in her to turn him away. I'm only up to chapter 14 but so far it's been nothing but touching tales about Homer, great laughs about his escapades, revelations about how a blind cat lives life so differently to seeing cats and even a few watery eyes at how close Gwen and her eyeless cat have bonded.
This morning I was reading chapter 13, which was about Homer's amazing ability to catch flys in mid air and all sorts of other bugs with the precision of a surgeon, including cockroaches that he'd leave in a pile on the floor at the end of Gwen's bed. As soon as she'd wake up Homer would jump off the bed to stand over the pile of roaches, meowing at her. Homer obviously did not understand the notion that Gwen would 'see' the cockroaches without a noisy invitation from Homer. Gwen would thank Homer for her 'gift' and he would be so proud! This cute story reminded me of a little bug catching story of my own I want to share with you...
When I moved out of my parent's home for the first time, it was 2006, Bosco was 1 year old, and of course he came with me. I was moving in with my good friend Jen, into an awesome terrace house in the heart of the Sydney city. We had great times living there, and it seems Bosco did too.
Due to the age of our terrace (old!) and the gaps under the door, we found we were getting more cockroaches than most other houses would get. But luckily we had our own little bug catcher, Bosco.
Jen had a shaggy white rug that we kept on the wooden floors downstairs and every morning we'd wake up to find 2 or 3 half dead cockroaches entangeled in the rug. It seemed Bosco would catch them and then 'play' with them while they struggled in the rug. We also thought maybe this was his place to leave them for us.
After a few months we got rid of the rug, and that very night when Bosco caught a cockroach he obviously was a little confused now that he didn't have the rug to entrap his little friends. Not knowing what else to do, Bosco came upstairs to my room, dropped the roach at the foot of my bed and I woke up to a live roach crawling up my arm!!!
Obviously I freaked out and jumped out of bed. When I turned the light on, there was Bosco sitting on my bed just watching the cockroach struggle through my bed sheets. YUCK YUCK YUCK! It was 3am when I recovered from my mini heart attack, killed the roach, changed my sheets and went back to bed.
I started locking Bosco out after that, which he hated. He would scratch at my door until I let him in, so after a couple of weeks I just started leaving my door open again. And yes, you guessed it, the roach on my bed disaster happened a second time! YUCKY YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK! I couldn't find it in myself to get mad at him about it though, after all we had taken his rug away, and for all I knew, he was just showing off his amazing ability to catch these disgusting little bugs we hated. I defintely learnt my lesson the second time though, and never found out what Bosco did with the cockroaches after that.
I guess little things like this, really do prove that our beloved feline family members are creatures of habbit...