Dudo, El Gato Demonio (The Demon Cat)

I had a hard time sleeping Tuesday night. Dudo was no help. I could simply close my bedroom door and not let him in, but then the guilt would keep me awake anyway. The night began with Dudo begging me to pet him while I sat at the computer. I did so. It continued when I got into bed to read. No problem. I finally turned out the light. Dudo left the room only to return moments later with his “drawstring.” Tap. Tap. Tap. He mewed. Play with me. I told him, “No.” He tried again. I said, “No,” and rolled away so my back was to him. He muttered and left the room. Seconds later, he was back on the bed. I heard the rattle of his stuffed mouse as it was dropped behind me. Tap. Tap. Tap. He mewed. Play with me. “Dudo, no,” I said. He muttered again and left the room.


The next thing I heard was what sounded like the clanging of metal against ceramic. It went on and on. I got up and went into my bathroom to find Dudo sitting in the sink with the tweezers in his mouth. I took them from him and put them away. He muttered, jumped down, and left the room. I went back to bed.

A little while later, I heard the rustle and crackle of heavy plastic. I tried to ignore it, but it went on for several minutes. I got out of bed and looked into the hall. I use a large IKEA shopping bag to carry laundry up to the roof. I usually fold it after use and put it in the bottom of the laundry basket. I had left it out and Dudo decided it made a great fort, lair, nest… I don’t know what, but he was having a grand old time. He did look actually kind of funny. I snapped a picture. When I downloaded the photo in the morning, I was shocked to see the true evil I had captured. According to what we’ve read, Dudo and Moose are of the non-specific breed known as “Common European.” Demon European may be more like it. (Moose, however, slept quietly nearby. I think Dudo may have put him in a trance.)

When I finally folded up the IKEA bag to put it away, I found some surprises in the bottom. I’m a little worried. Devil worship? Voodoo? At least I didn’t find a lock of my own hair. But then that’s kind of hard to come by.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

33 thoughts on “Dudo, El Gato Demonio (The Demon Cat)”

  1. Pussies just will NOT take no for an answer! Dudo, with those searchlight eyes, demands that the world revolve around HIM, and, from what you say, he's succeeding.

    Looks like Ginger, my unwanted visitor (drat him!) assumes that it's okay to move in with me, Blackso and Noodles. He now spends most of the day here – and is very much a lap-cat, miaowing at me when I'm not sitting down, so he can jump up and purr, front legs outstretched towards my face, when he smiles contentedly and innocently. Oh, how they get round one, the crafty little devils!

  2. Those eyes kind of look like the children in "Village of the Damned", an old horror movie from when I was a kid.

  3. He is definitely related to Sparky. She is a midnight rambler, demanding and mischievous – but just bursting with love.

  4. You know, don't you, that you should have just gotten up and played with him when he first asked you to? It's funny… his cache sort of reminded me of a pack rat… did he leave you any gifts in your bed as exchange?

    1. The Odd Essay:
      I do wake up many mornings to the mouse and the cord. As for getting up and playing with him, I already created the monster. Now I'm trying to undo what I did.

  5. Romeo (the Demon Dog of New Jersey Disguised as Cute Teddy Bear Looking Pup) pulled a "play with me play with me" stunt just like this today. However, his eyes did not glow. Perhaps you need an exorcist…

    1. Jenners:
      Our cat Thelma used to lie in bed with her face an inch away from mine. The moment I opened my eyes, she licked my nose and then shoved her ball of paper at me to play fetch.

      Oops. Gotta go. Dudo just mewed and tapped me on the shoulder. It's time to play fetch. I wonder if he'll give me a treat!

  6. Dudo is a CHARACTER! Was it full moon or something? Or was he just teaching you, Mitch. Time to get 'alpha' on him or you'll have a lot of sleepless nights! Just ask Sophie, she knows!! lol

  7. When my kitty tries to get me to play with her when I'm trying to sleep, I grab her and give her a big hug – she hates hugs and will leave me alone for the rest of the night. She does start singing about 4 a.m., however.

    1. Hi Page:
      That was a great suggestion! I was just lounging with a book and Dudo wanted to play. So, I grabbed and gave him a big hug, which he never really liked before. He just changed his mind! By the way, I visited your blog and look forward to reading about your process of downsizing… once you start writing about it. We've been through that several times as you'll find on these pages.

  8. Dudo is trying to win you over, and is going to one way or another! Just glad there weren't any pins in that blue bag…can you just imagine!

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