56: Shut Up, Boycat!

56: Shut Up, Boycat!

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Cat Did What?

Shut Up, Boycat!

Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.

There is more passing in their minds than we are aware of.

~Sir Walter Scott

Boycat always had something to say about everything! Whether the subject was a startled lizard, a passing bike rider, the next-door neighbor’s children, or his empty food dish, our gorgeous, loving Siamese made sure he let us know about it. And of course, we were always glad to listen. Or, at least, most of the time!

But as much as we enjoyed his exuberant cuddling, his playful antics with our three young boys, and his very serious efforts to guard his home and family against threatening butterflies — all the while keeping up his “cat-ter chatter” — we did look forward to having some quiet. At nine each evening we tucked in our three bubbly preschoolers, kissed them, and turned out the light. Peace at last — with Boycat staying with them as self-appointed babysitter.

That way my husband Don and I had a chance to clean up, chill out, unwind, and head to bed ourselves.

Then one night our peaceful sleep was shattered with a jump on our bed — and very loud meowing. Blinking, I turned on the light. “Boycat! What’s the matter with you? Quiet down!”

Instead, he pawed at the covers and moaned, then meowed again, nonstop.

I was furious. Jumping out of bed, “Shut up, Boycat! Stop it!”

As I lunged for him, he leaped off the bed and ran out the bedroom door, still meowing at the top of his lungs. I jumped up and ran down the hall after him. Man, was I ready to teach that ornery cat a lesson!

That’s when he ran into the boys’ room and leaped straight up onto my son Chat’s bed.

I turned on their light. Oh, no! Why did Chat look so strange?

Touching his forehead, my heart sank. He had a raging fever. And was barely breathing.

That’s why Boycat was so loud. He knew one of his beloved playmates needed help — and needed it fast.

And Chat got it. After several hours in the emergency room, he finally returned home with antibiotics. Waiting for him at the front door was Boycat, meowing a loving welcome.

And we didn’t care how loudly he did it!

~Bonnie Compton Hanson

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