Playing the Saucepans

Nyx the Cat playing the saucepans

It’s not often a woman with two cats under the age of three gets to sleep in. Almost never in fact, so I’m not sure why this particular day was such a surprise. I’m never entirely certain how I’ll get woken up in the morning … sometimes it’s to the sound of birdsong, sunlight shining through the bedroom windows, and the repeated chittering of a small black cat (Nyx) who’s wormed her way under the blind to stare, yearningly, at the birds flitting past. More often it’s to a muscley black cat that’s built like a brick shithouse and looks like a miniature panther (Salem), begging to be let under the covers for a cwtch (he’s such a mama’s boy).

But neither was the case today. No. Today I was woken at 5.07am by the sound of drums. Loud, no rhythm, syncopated and too aggressive to ignore. I knew I was going to regret it, but I was awake and completely unable to not hear it.

To the repeated chime of a saucepan lid being smacked against the spoon holding it open as Nyx attempted to hide a toy mouse in the eggy and slightly warm water left after boiling half a dozen eggs.