As I woke up this morning I was wondering what I would write about today.
Hickory my rescue Havana Brown Oriental cat provided the material almost on-demand as I tripped over one of his catnip mouse toys.
Don’t come down the wall Huntsman!
What is a huntsman? It is a spider. I am fond of these scuttling hairy beasts. They have never offered me any harm. They eat insects, geckos and various unwelcome wildlife in my house and I LEAVE THEM ALONE.
Unfortunately, their appearance and mode of travel (often a sideways crawl) have proved irresistible to the other mammal animals in my home.
Currently, Hickory, the cat is the occupant of the place of rescue love and comfort.
Frodo’s main event was a tiny mouse which he laid on my bed at 3.15 one morning. But I digress. Huntsmen were still a worthy target of his attention.
I wandered into my kitchen and spied a huntsman rolling across the back kitchen wall nonchalantly and Hickory at the base of the wall, looking WWAAAY up at said huntsman, chirruping but very still.
I warned the huntsman my cat was at the bottom of the wall and that it was not a good idea to come any lower.
The lights went out.
I told Hickory, you have been fed so you are NOT HUNGRY. Please ignore the wild hunter stirring in your chest.
I turned out the lights and went to another part of the house.
On returning to the kitchen and turning the lights back on, no huntsman and Hickory scrabbling behind several boxes in the corner.
I was on the side of the spider here. Keep low little fella, and quiet.
No, at no time did I consider trying to capture the spider and setting it free. The logistics of doing that with a very interested cat would be complicated and as stated in the third paragraph above, I leave them alone.
I left both creatures to their fate. (I have in the past researched whether huntsman spiders are toxic to cats. Best answer is no.)
The following morning
I am not one of those chirping crickets who leap out of bed with high energy for the day.
My start is quiet, stretching all the arthritic bits (the best tip ever from Michele Dougherty of Shell Yoga and Mindfulness.) and a gentle swing out to touch the floor.
One foot hit the polished wood floor without incident. The other landed on a newly dead huntsman carcass. The leap and vocal response I gave was an olympic effort.
Why did I know it was newly deceased? It was still wet!
NO Hickory though. Normally when presenting gifts of this nature my cats will ensure that I am awake/aware enough to lavish praise on their prowess.
Not this time.
He was out in the kitchen snacking on the high-quality cat biscuits that form part of his high nutrition diet.
Only the best for this furlad. To be fair to him, he was raised in a breeders household as far as I am aware and even when I tried something else – he ignored it or threw it back up. Hickory is now 7 years old, not at an age for changes to his dinner menu. Although he did liberate some beef strips I was defrosting on the bench, recently. So fresh chicken and beef are the only alternatives apparently.
Firstly, dear reader, Please don’t think I live in surroundings infested with vermin. Spiders and 1 mouse over 7 years here are not excessive.
Secondly, while Hickory is being discouraged from killing very unsuitable things like balloons, I don’t want to clear the house of huntsman. We all have our jobs to do here.
Thirdly, I am reminded every morning to do my stretches before getting out of bed and LOOK DOWN before I swing the legs out.
3 lessons are enough.
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