Not So Glamorous :: a tale of a spilt vase, red roses and naughtiness….
Come to think of it,
he was unusually cool towards me last night.
There was no gazing lovingly into my eyes, as he usually does.
There was no snuggling up on the velvet sofa as the evening light fell,
his body pressed tightly against mine,
as he usually does.
So I should have known something was wrong.
I should have looked for the telltale wet paws.
Yes, I'm talking about my cat Bluey,
who has a most endearing (annoying) habit of only drinking water
from vases filled with flowers.
Not for him a cat bowl.
That would be far too convenient.
No, he will only drink from vases filled with particular flowers:
roses, camellias and borage.
Which is fine as long as the vase on the coffee table
is filled with fresh flowers.
He holds the flower with one paw,
and with the other splashes water drops onto the petals,
which are then drunk as if they are nectar.
Well if the ancient Egyptians invented rose water,
who is to say they didn't discover the process from
observing the royal cats performing the same feat?
(I've often pondered this thought….)
But alas, yesterday the "vase" (aka pie dish) on the coffee table
had been emptied of its camellias,
refilled with fresh water,
and then I had got distracted so I had neglected to refill it with flowers.
And that was my fatal mistake….
Because what should greet me this morning
when I quickly ran into my office to grab some things before heading out the door
to a meeting?
Not the beautiful Alvar Aalto vase filled with deep red roses
and acanthus leaves which I had left on my desk the night before.
No, Bluey had done this overnight,
in his quest for flower-scented water….
Incredibly, the glass was not broken.
Water was spilled across the desk,
but luckily it had stopped short of the desk lamp,
and had not damaged the computer.
The papers were floating like little islands in a sea of destruction.
And as for that cat?
Was he filled with remorse?
By morning he had forgotten all about his guilty lack of affection
from the night before,
and was found happily snoozing in the sunshine,
dreaming of red roses no doubt.
Just another adventure in the life of a spoilt first world cat really.