Prompt logo - Flashback Track Friday

This is my response to the earlier Flashback Track Friday prompt, where today we are thrown the Beatles track Tomorrow Never Knows and asked to describe:

what helps us to relax, to float downstream.

I rouse from sleep,
I see your form,
I hear your gentle snore,
I never dreamed,
In twist of fate,
I’d meet with such rapport.

You gently breathe,
In slumbers deep,
I touch without reaction,
Caress you more,
You gently stir,
And purr with satisfaction.

You gaze at me,
With regal stare,
A prince upon his throne.
If you could speak,
You might reveal,
To stroke or leave alone.

I rise from bed,
I barely dress,
I don’t want to perturb,
I steal past bed,
I’m kitchen-bound,
I creep not to disturb.

Too late! You’re up,
A sudden bound,
In hallway you dash past,
I guess that no
amount of sleep,
Compares with your breakfast.

It was weird today firstly because I didn’t even think about how to answer this prompt until after I published the question, and second, there are lots of things I find relaxing these days. I don’t have a job, I spend all day at home, in theory I could sit here and do nothing all day. I spend most days on my own so have lots of quiet time, but conveniently have a wife for human company…

I blog, of course, and enjoy interacting with people from all over the world, almost exclusively positively.

So I guess by many people’s standards it is a relatively stress-free existence, and I wasn’t sure what to write. I still get worked up about things, of course, mainly politics. But if we don’t have something to fire us up now and again, we’re already dead, right?

However, at lunchtime, I went through to the bedroom, to listen to the radio, and my buddy Reuben appeared by my side, and all of a sudden I had it. If you haven’t already guessed, Reuben is one of the cats who shares this house with us.

He’s a remarkably happy cat, very purry, instantly lovable. He arrived to us in 2018. My daughter, who at that time lived in a 3rd storey apartment, had taken him on as a favour. She had tried to keep him as an indoor cat, he had not done well, so she asked if we would take him on. We were happy to do so. We weren’t looking for another cat at that time because we already had one, but it sounded like he needed the environment we could offer.

He’s a very docile, neutered male. His interests are basically eating and sleeping. Pretty much the same as me. But on top of that, Reuben has proved himself to be an absolutely ruthless hunter – if you are a mouse or a bird, or even a rat, around here, say your prayers!

The behaviour I am describing… Reuben likes to go out at night, and to do whatever cats do. But at some point early morning, he will come home and will nestle himself into me. He’ll settle down as if he is fast asleep, but in the morning we will usually have a fussing session. He gives every appearance of being half asleep but as soon as I get up, he too jumps up like a shot, scurries past me, and is waiting for his breakfast before I am anywhere near the kitchen.

a photo of our cat, Reuben

Author: Mister Bump UK

Designed/developed large IT systems, interrupted by a stroke in 2016, aged 48. Now mix development of health-related software with voluntary work and writing. Married, with an estranged daughter.

6 thoughts on “Deceptive”

  1. Your poem is elegant and has a great rhythm almost like the movements of a beloved cat. This makes me realize how much we’ve missed having a pet and the relaxation that comes from their companionship.

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    1. I hear more senior people say things like “never gonna get another cat” and it is true, they need a degree of looking after. But providing I can meet that standard, having a cat is a no-brainer. Just because there are cats who need homes, and we give hem a good home.

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