Sir Nigel And The Lady
Sir Nigel is a funny little chap with one of the most lively, expressive faces I've ever seen. When he is intent upon something, even the shape of his eyes change slightly in a visible display of interest. Like many older men, little sprigs of hair bristling from his ears add a distinguished flavor to his character. On the other hand, Lady Maude's winsome countenance never reveals her intentions.
Their curiosity is boundless. Nothing escapes their notice; not even the most mundane household activity is exempt. They delight in the tiniest details of life.
And when they get tired, they don't get grouchy and grumpy. They simply stop and rest. A short nap usually recharges them, and then they're as cheerful as ever.
Though a tiny lass, Lady Maude is ever regal. But she's also fearless. No problem is too big. And she keeps a wary eye on Sir Nigel to make sure he doesn't get out of line. At the slightest provocation--and sometimes she initiates the provoking--she'll leap on him and tussle with him until he gives in.
Inseparable, they do everything together--eat, play... even go to the litter pan. I've learned a lot by watching these two little kitties and would do better if I could inject some of their qualities into my own stuffy behavior.
If I were as curious as they are, no telling what might happen. I surely wouldn't be able to write fast enough to keep up with the flood of ideas. Plus, those who exhibit an active interest in others always seem to attract friends.
Or whenever I'm bullied by problems, I could follow Lady Maude's example. Tussle them to the ground before they know what hits them, bite them fiercely on the ears, and they would probably hunker into submission.
And when the fast, harried pace of life is just too stressful, I could learn to relax. Some problems would undoubtedly resolve themselves, and others would be a lot smaller after a good catnap.
But I mustn't imitate everything they do. Even the elegant Lady Maude has a tiny flaw. How such a little thing can eat till her tummy is noticeably distended--making her look like a tennis ball on matchsticks--is beyond me. But then she will hang on my pants leg until I pick her up... and I forget.
Sadly, our older cats haven't been enchanted. Not in the least. Too-Too skulks around, and Brudder Man disappears for days at a time.
Sir Nigel and Lady Maude must go to new homes--homes where they will be loved and appreciated by all inhabitants. If chivalry isn't dead, I hope their gallant rescuers will arise soon.
Copyright 2000 James McAlister
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