“You haven’t taken any photos of the Qatteri Cat for a while,” AdventureMan chided me this morning. “You know you everyone loves it when you do a blog entry on him.”
He’s right. The problem is that the Qatteri Cat doesn’t lead such an interesting life. The best thing that happens to him is when the window washers come, or air conditioner repairmen – something new and interesting. Second to that, he loves AdventureMan’s suitcase when he comes back from a trip, full of great new and exotic fragrances.
The Qatteri Cat is a perfect Ramadan cat. He comes alive at dusk, and eats and drinks during the long dark hours of the night. Occasionally, he will come tell us that he wants to play, but we are not very kind to him, when he tries to wake us in the middle of the night.
And then, when we get up and are moving about, he looks at us with great annoyance, even irritation, as if to say “What is it with you two, don’t you now it is time to snooze???”
I was wide awake at 0430 this morning. My days are busy; I go to bed at night intending to read and find myself falling asleep too early!
Being awake that early is a good thing for me, it means I can exercise in the pool without feeling watched. There aren’t a lot of people up and around that early. This morning, there was a hot wind and the pool was just a little chilled – it was a great combination. Woooo HOOO on me, I did my exercise!
It also meant I was up to catch the sunrise (what, you thought I was going to write about a house of ill-repute in New Orleans?), but the sunrise never really happened. Around the time of the sunrise, there was just all this haze. The sun had a tough time breaking through; it was a very grey sunrise:
I have miles to go before I sleep today – although maybe I will be able to catch a short cat nap in the afternoon.
Meanwhile, I will leave you with a song I can’t get out of my head: