Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - Auggie Gets a Kitten
Episode Date: December 30, 2024Narrator: Simon Mattacks 🇬🇧 Writer: Alicia Steffann ✍️ Sound effects: rainy, blustery weather 🌧️💨 Includes mentions of: Cats, Children, Family, Parents. Welcome back, sleepyheads.... Tonight, Auggie is confronted with the baffling dilemma of her humans bringing another cat home. Rest assured, she will end up managing the situation with grace and intelligence because, naturally, she is good at everything. 😴 Watch, listen and comment on this episode on the Get Sleepy YouTube channel. And hit subscribe while you're there! Enjoy various playlists of our stories and meditations on our Slumber Studios Spotify profile. Our Sponsors Check out the great products and deals from Get Sleepy sponsors: getsleepy.com/sponsors/ Support Us Get Sleepy’s Premium Feed: getsleepy.com/support/ Get Sleepy Merchandise: getsleepy.com/store Leave us a review on Apple Podcasts: podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/get-sleepy/id1487513861 Connect Stay up to date on all our news and even vote on upcoming episodes! Website: getsleepy.com/ Facebook: facebook.com/getsleepypod/ Instagram: instagram.com/getsleepypod/ Twitter: twitter.com/getsleepypod Our Apps Redeem exclusive unlimited access to Premium content for 1 month FREE in our mobile apps built by the Get Sleepy and Slumber Studios team: Deep Sleep Sounds: deepsleepsounds.com/getsleepy/ Slumber: slumber.fm/getsleepy/ FAQs Have a query for us or need help with something? You might find your answer here:Get Sleepy FAQs About Get Sleepy Get Sleepy is the #1 story-telling podcast designed to help you get a great night’s rest. By combining sleep meditations with a relaxing bedtime story, each episode will guide you gently towards sleep. Get Sleepy Premium Get instant access to ad-free episodes and Thursday night bonus episodes by subscribing to our premium feed. It's easy! Sign up in two taps! Get Sleepy Premium feed includes: Monday and Wednesday night episodes (with zero ads). An exclusive Thursday night bonus episode. Access to the entire back catalog (also ad-free). Extra-long episodes. Exclusive sleep meditation episodes. Discounts on merchandise. We’ll love you forever. Get your 7-day free trial: getsleepy.com/support. Thank you so much for listening! Feedback? Let us know your thoughts! getsleepy.com/contact-us/. Get Sleepy is a production of Slumber Studios. Check out our podcasts, apps, and more at slumberstudios.com. That’s all for now. Sweet dreams ❤️ 😴 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Welcome to Get Sleepy, where we listen, we relax, and we get sleepy.
My name's Thomas, thank you for tuning in. Before I tell you about
tonight's episode, tomorrow, whatever your plans might be to see in the new year, even
if that's a nice early night, I'll be here with you again for a special bonus episode.
It's become something of a tradition on Get Sleepy for us to come together and enjoy a
restful meditation to prepare for the year ahead and get ourselves in a positive mind
frame.
So, be sure to come back tomorrow night and join me for that, or you can listen whenever
you're ready to set some positive intentions for 2025.
As for tonight's story, I know it's a highly anticipated return for many of you to one
of our most beloved and popular lead characters. Even though we've only
had a couple of Orgy the Cat stories up to this point, I seem to get requests
for new ones every single week. It's lovely that so many of you are fond of
Orgy's stories, written by Alicia Stefan and read by Simon. In this evening's installment, we'll
join Augie as she confronts the baffling dilemma of her humans bringing another
cat home. Rest assured she'll end up managing the situation with grace and intelligence, because naturally,
she is good at everything.
And if you haven't met Orgy before, or you missed either of her previous adventures,
don't worry.
You can enjoy tonight's episode all on its own and listen to the other ones later,
Augie doesn't mind.
Before we begin, let's immerse ourselves in the luxurious sleepiness of a cat lazing about on a comfy spot, perhaps on a sunny windowsill or a warm plush
cushion. So ensure you're comfortable and snug, stretching out any areas you need
to release tension from, and then allow your body to settle and your breathing to slow.
Let any sounds in your environment become a part of your dreamy experience. They don't need to disrupt you or bother you, only blend
into your dreamy state, reminding you of nothing more than that the world continues to turn while you ease into rest and allow yourself to be still and
settled.
Feel the softness of your pillow holding your head in a comforting embrace.
And as your breathing continues to lengthen, release more and more tension with each exhale,
along with any thoughts of the day just gone. And now we can turn to our story. So begin to picture a cozy
house and a rainy forecast. The weather outside is blustery, but Augie is safe and sound indoors, and the entire
lovely lazy day stretches before her. This is where our story begins.
It was a wet and blustery morning, and that was just fine with Augie. After all, being wet was just a vague idea, when she had her comfortable indoor spots
in front of each window.
Perched on the back of the sofa in the family room,
she watched the raindrops skittering diagonally across the glass.
Fat blobs, tiny blobs, slow ones and fast ones
moved in a mysterious dance down the window.
In slow motion, she picked up her paw,
placing it hesitantly against the cool, smooth surface in front of her.
She sat there for a moment, transfixed.
First, her attention was drawn by the raindrop
that evaded the grasp of her velvety foot. Then, turning her head slightly, she puzzled over the ghostly mirror image of her paw that
floated outside the window. Placing her foot back on the sofa, she allowed her eyes to drift shut for a moment.
Water and windows were confusing.
She had grown tired of these deep thoughts, so she turned and hopped down.
First onto the firm, nubbly cushions of the couch, and then to the smooth surface
of the hardwood floor beneath.
As she sauntered past her bowl, which sat nearby in the kitchen, she eyed the small
pile of food she had saved there from breakfast.
One must provide for one's mid-morning snacks, of course.
She felt pleased by her obvious self-control.
Orgy walked slowly into the living room.
On a sunny day, this was where she would normally
have her morning nap.
The humans very sensibly placed her favorite cat bed
on the floor there, right where a big sunbeam would rest
on the area rug.
However, today was not sunny.
Feeling quite put out by the lack of golden glow in her sleeping spot,
she walked over to the heat vent.
Ah, yes. The nice warm air was puffing out of it, just as she had hoped.
She sniffed it first, feeling the dry heat as it blew in her eyes and nose.
Having confirmed that this place was satisfactory,
she turned her ample body and plopped it down atop the vent, then rolled luxuriously to the side.
rolled luxuriously to the side.
She closed her eyes happily and turned her nose up to the ceiling
as the heavenly warmth toasted her soft belly
and set the long fur on her tail to waving.
Delightful.
As she lay there, drifting downward into sleep, she was faintly aware of the
pattering of the raindrops on the front window above her head.
Drowsily, she imagined what she would be seeing if she hopped up on the armchair and took her post there.
Often she spent her time monitoring the front walk and watching the dogs. Always the dogs.
They were such predictable creatures, with their walks at the same times and their eager interest in the same mailboxes and garden beds.
She had a faint awareness that something to do with dogs might be going on outside,
something she should keep an eye on. But then she gave up the idea. She was just too warm and sleepy, and she couldn't be bothered, frankly.
Orgy might have stayed in her comfy spot on the heat vent for a very long time that day,
but two things happened to disturb her rest.
The first annoyance was that the air stopped coming out of the grate. This happened quite often in her experience,
and she felt it was entirely rude and unnecessary.
But then something even more disruptive
pulled her from her slumber.
She could hear the garage door opening.
Its grinding, ostentatious noises
penetrated the front window behind her.
She had learned that when the garage door opened, automobile noise would follow.
Of course, it did. She grumbled inwardly. It seemed the humans were home.
This would make things very noisy.
A door opened in the walkout basement downstairs,
confirming her suspicions.
One after the other, she heard umbrellas pop open.
The people were placing their dripping items down there to dry.
She made a mental note that she would need to go sit underneath the umbrellas later, after all the dampness had gone, of course.
It was the natural thing for a cat to do when umbrellas were available.
But there was more than just drying and hanging up of coats and umbrellas going on down there.
It seemed like there were an awful lot of instructions being issued.
The small humans were unusually loud. They had those excited voices that generally made Augie run for a hiding spot.
The children tended to be grabby when they were too wound up, and petting the cat always
seemed to be on their agenda at such times.
Augie pulled herself up to an alert, seated position and turned her ears back.
She would wait and see what happened when they came upstairs.
If necessary, she would flee.
Thump, thump, thump went the feet as the entire family
trooped up the staircase.
First, the children, who spilled excitedly onto the main level, then the lady-human.
Lastly, the man appeared, awkwardly carrying something large.
And when Augie saw that thing, she was filled with concern.
It was the cat container that was used to transport her in the automobile.
She loathed the automobile, and she was not having any of that today.
Morgie slunk over to the corner between the arm of the sofa and the wall
and peered suspiciously out, sure that nobody would see her there.
The man placed the cat container on the floor and, with some difficulty, made the
front door of it open. Then all the people stood back.
The lady shushed the children, and they obeyed, but they stood at some distance,
hopping from one foot to the other as if they would burst with energy.
The man stood up with his hands on his hips, and they all waited,
watching the mouth of the little cage carefully.
the little cage carefully. And then, Orgy saw something that made her hackles rise. A teeny tiny orange cat came awkwardly stepping out of the door of the
pet carrier. It was less than a quarter the size of Orie, and its little eyes were like dark buttons in
its squashy face.
No more than a doddering puffball, it seemed incapable of walking with any dignity.
Instead, it stretched one paw forward, then another, lurching about.
Its tiny tail stood out straight as a poker behind it.
Orgy viewed the small cat with dismay.
This would not do.
It would not do at all.
She craned her neck around the side of the sofa and watched the furry cream puff as
it perambulated unsteadily around the living room.
So far she had remained unnoticed by the people and she felt that was important.
She had yet to assess this foreign threat to her personal space.
But the interloper had not even noticed Oggy.
It was far too busy bounding unpredictably around the carpeted area of the room.
It explored one furniture leg after another,
marvelling at the looming presence of the coffee table.
Redirecting her unblinking gaze from the kitten to the humans,
Orgy saw with indignation that none of them were even paying any attention to her.
This was incredibly cheeky of them, especially considering the inconvenience
of this disruption. Instead of looking sorry, or reassuring her that the orange creature would
soon be leaving, the humans appeared besotted with it. The children laid down on their stomachs
and watched the interlopers' random progress around the room,
cooing softly.
She could tell they were just waiting until they could pick it up
and give it all of their attention.
And while she didn't particularly want them petting her own fur and bothering her, she
also felt oddly resentful that they might redirect their worship to another cat.
Then the furball tottered over to the children and sniffed their faces, and they made gooey
noises at it and started calling it by a name.
Meatball, they were saying.
Meatball? They seemed to be getting awfully familiar.
Surely this other cat wasn't staying.
What kind of a name was Meatball?
The grown-ups spoke some words to the children,
and they reluctantly stood up and retreated into the nearby family room,
talking excitedly.
Left to his own devices,
the Orange Kitten spied his carrier with the door open. Staggering awkwardly, he retreated to its familiar opening, snuggling down into a fuzzy
blue blanket that was sitting inside.
Orgy remained out of sight, but watched the creature carefully.
Good, she thought.
Perhaps he's leaving soon.
The kitten's head nodded slightly, and his eyes closed,
and she realized he had drifted off to sleep,
exhausted by his enormous adventure around the living room.
Creeping around the couch, she took her opportunity to escape the room. She made straight for
her cat door and burst out onto the back deck, where the rain had paused and the air was
fresh.
Seating herself delicately in a spot with no puddles,
Augie pondered the situation in solitude.
It was cool outside.
The only noises came from the birds,
who seemed to be enjoying a break in the rainfall.
Augie primly made her way around the deck.
It was a place where she felt confident and in charge.
The kitten would not be able to find her there.
She would wait a little while,
and when she returned to the inside,
she felt confident the other cat would be gone.
confident the other cat would be gone. Alas, there was no snoozing outside when everything was wet, so Oggy soon tired of
lapping at this or that puddle. Her tummy grumbled lightly, and she realized it was
time for her mid-morning snack.
With happiness, she thought of the small portion of food she had saved from her
breakfast and she decided it was probably safe to go inside and enjoy it now.
Pushing her way back through the cat flap, she shook the moisture off her paws and turned to her food bowl. She did this just in time to see the unwelcome orange visitor
sticking its nose into her reserve of food.
No meatball! the oldest child cried, scooping the offender into her hands. Then she put her face close to him
and babbled some nonsense
Augie couldn't understand.
But Augie didn't have time to ponder
what was being communicated.
She hurried to her bowl
and finished off her snack
before the other cat could return.
It was clear that she was going to have to be very vigilant
with this uninvited guest around.
While Augie was eating, the child had put meatball down.
Augie could see him now making a beeline
for the carpeted stairs that led
to the upper level of the house.
Licking her chops, she sat down and watched
as the creature sat himself at the bottom stair,
mewing loudly.
The step was nearly as tall as he was.
It was clear that he didn't know how to navigate it,
although he desperately wished to try.
The youngest human went to the stair
and helped the ginger kitten onto the first step,
whispering encouraging sounding words.
Emboldened by this success,
the little cat sank its claws into the rug on the second stair
and clambered up like a rock climber scaling a cliff wall.
Then he busily examined the stair, sniffing every corner of it, before advancing to the
third.
The children chuckled with delight to see his spunky progress, but his energy ran out
before he was even halfway up. He turned,
obviously wishing to go down again. But going down the stairs was more intimidating than ascending
them, apparently. Morgie was filled with a feeling of smug satisfaction, the humans would soon see that this other cat
was far too much trouble to have around. How could they always help it down the stairs
and up the stairs? It was preposterous. They should return the thing at once from whatever place it had come. And then the unthinkable happened.
The children suddenly decided it was time for Meatball to meet Augie.
They scooped the mewling kitten up in their hands
and came straight for the place where she was sitting in the family room.
She didn't even have time to scuttle away.
In a moment, they had plopped Meatball right in front of her,
and the saucy fellow was boldly sniffing her paws,
even as she backed away.
The orange kitten sat down and looked up at Augie,
winking its tiny button eyes.
Augie sat frozen at attention.
She was a mountain of cat compared to this tiny intruder
with the squeaky voice.
Augie felt a quiet grumble grow in her throat.
She wanted these humans to know that she did not approve of any new cats,
and that this one was being vetoed.
But before Augie could even finish her indignant display,
the kitten spied her sharply twitching tail and pounced on it.
The small humans laughed wildly as the orange bundle of fur went tumbling and Augie turned
awkwardly in a half circle. This succeeded only in moving her tail again and Meatballs sprang for a second time.
Then, before Orgy could display her disapproval, the beguiling little creature rolled over
on its side and sniffed the long, soft fur, peering up at her adoringly. Orgy looked down at him, relenting just a bit.
It was clear that she was still the boss here,
and the newcomer appeared to be both helpless and naive.
She supposed she would tolerate him for a while.
Still, she didn't want to give the humans the wrong impression.
Augie was assuming this orange fellow would not be staying permanently, and she would not be
responsible for him. But somehow, in his little baby brain, Meatball had gotten the idea that Augie was his new friend.
She stood up, gathering the shreds of her dignity and raising her tail out of his reach.
Meatball seemed undeterred by the withdrawal of the fluffy target,
and pranced awkwardly behind her as she headed
for her water bowl. Orgy kept her focus straight ahead. As she approached the bowl, its water
fountain activated, sending out a cheerful bubble of fresh water. Morgie leaned down to drink from the best part of the bowl,
where the water came out.
Meanwhile, Meatball was transfixed
by the ripples in its lower depths.
Moving his wispy tail back and forth
and wiggling his bottom,
he stared at the tiny bubbles in the dish with his glistening eyes.
Augie pretended not to notice his embarrassing exuberance.
My goodness, she thought, it's just a water bowl.
But the next thing she knew is poor flashed into the water
and sent several droplets flying.
One of them landed on Augie's nose.
Abruptly, she stopped sipping at her fountain
and sat up straight.
She was still for a moment, unsure of how to remove the droplet from between
her eyes. She stuck out her tongue experimentally, but she only succeeded in swiping the end of
her nose. The quivering crystal bubble still hovered in her vision, up near her eyes.
Then, instinctively, she shook her head, causing the liquid bead to fly away.
Meatball was now fully absorbed by the pool of water in front of him,
and he was smacking little showers of it this way and that. It
pattered onto the floor. The children were soon at his side, laughing and saying,
No meatball!
With his hallmark lack of focus, he immediately forgot about his soggy game, rolling over to be cradled in their adoring hands once again.
Orgy mentally huffed with indignation. He was going to have to learn not to pander to the humans so much, or they'd never leave him alone.
or they'd never leave him alone.
Augie got some relief from the interloper at that point because the children whisked him away to the family room.
There, they plopped him down on the couch between them.
Augie strolled over to the edge of the room
near the heat vent,
which was now blessedly emitting warm air once again.
From this comfortable distance,
she continued to warily observe the small humans
and their new friend.
The children had pulled out the flat, rectangular object
that seemed to absorb so much of their attention.
They poked at it with their fingers and it lit up,
casting a glow on their faces.
After gibbering to each other for a moment,
they appeared to agree upon what would happen next.
The oldest child began swiping her hand around the rectangle in earnest.
Both little ones cried out with excitement as some game or other commenced.
Quiet sounds drifted from the item in their hands. These were strange noises, like crashing and crushing and bouncing.
Meatball tottered into the lap of the child holding the rectangle
and peered at it from between her arms. His bright round eyes were wide with interest
His bright, round eyes were wide with interest, and his head began to dart back and forth. Then, without warning, he pounced on the screen, causing the children riotous amusement.
Soon it was like Meatball was playing the game as much as the children, sliding his paws from one corner of the rectangle to the other,
small noises showering around him.
This was, apparently, so entertaining that the lady human stopped by to watch as well,
smiling and chattering to the children.
Orgy observed this spectacle stoically.
How easy it was, she mused, for this newcomer to seem brilliant and entertaining.
He was eager to please, but she knew that he would soon need to establish his superiority to the humans
if he expected to get proper service from them.
Feeling dismissive, she turned and abandoned the circus in the family room.
It was all simply too exhausting.
With a feeling of pleasant drowsiness, Augie returned to the living room.
She spied her favorite soft cat bed.
It was the perfect size for her and all smushy like a marshmallow.
Stepping into the center of it, she circled one, two, three times.
She had to make sure she landed facing exactly the right direction.
Then, in a fluid movement, she collapsed in a circle inside it, completely filling its
shape with her soft fur.
She neatly wrapped her tail around her paws.
It was time for a short nap.
The rain was still tapping gently on the glass.
Resting there, Borgie was soothed by the sound of it.
The nearness of the rain sounds made the more boisterous noises from the family room seem reassuringly far away.
She snuggled her nose more deeply into her paws, covering it with the tip of her tail.
Her breathing slowed and then became even and slightly audible.
Without her being aware of it, the soundtrack of the rain and the whoosh of the heat whispering from the floor vent
gave way to a dream about the outdoors.
gave way to a dream about the outdoors.
In her mind's eye, she saw the downpour splashing in puddles on the deck, and petite sparrows perching on the railing.
She happily imagined squirrels darting through nearby tree branches
as she watched with interest.
It was a beautiful dream. But then, very gradually, in her imaginary world of the back deck, there was a sound
that didn't fit. It was a rumble. No, it was a growl. A lawnmower, perhaps?
No, that wasn't right.
Rising slowly from the depths of her nap,
Augie once again became aware of her surroundings.
She was in her soft, comfy bed,
and the rain still sounded persistently on the glass window behind her.
The heat vent still sang its comforting song.
But there was something else happening close by, and she had to open her eyes to see what
it was.
Sitting there, right in front of her, with a look of serious concentration, was Meatball.
He was meditatively pawing the edge of her bed with his tiny little footpads and staring
earnestly right in her eyes.
The noise she had heard in her dream was actually his loud, breathy purr.
Indeed, it was quite impressive the level of vibration he was able to achieve for being such a small cat.
Looking eagerly at her, he stretched and pulled, stretched and pulled his paws, as if needing a very
important batch of biscuit dough.
She had to admit, he was really putting all his energy into the process, as if, by making
these biscuits, he was working on the most important project in the world.
Forgy might have felt annoyed at this intrusion into her treasured space, but she understood his comfort-seeking impulses. She couldn't fault him for them. After all, he didn't have his own bed, and hers was really the best place in the entire house.
He had better judgment than she'd imagined.
As she was processing all of this, Meatball became very bold,
and hauled himself up onto her cushion. Caught off guard, she scooted herself backwards. But before she
could do anything, he had turned three times and then plopped down right in the curve of
her belly. Oggie did not know what to do. She had never shared her bed before. Although Meatball didn't take up much room,
this was an unusual loss of personal space for her.
But the purr motor continued, and Meatball rolled backward, sticking out his feet. Augie noted that these were surprisingly large compared to the rest of him.
Then, as if conquering a foreign land, he began trying to grab one of the ungainly appendages,
licking it with his pink sandpaper tongue.
Augie watched this effort with fascination.
What a terrible job he's doing, she scoffed inwardly.
Didn't he know how to complete this simple task?
After all, bathing was one of a cat's main responsibilities.
A feline had to keep up respectable appearances.
Unable to bear his ineptitude, Augie began roughly licking Meatball's ears and head.
If he was going to be in her bed, this kitten needed to be clean.
needed to be clean. Meatball seemed perfectly happy to accept her help,
and he ceased trying to grab his enormous foot.
He leaned back on Oggy's soft fur
and closed his eyes into tight seams.
His tiny pot belly began rising and falling softly,
as she took care of his bath for him.
At one point his eyes opened briefly and he swatted at his own tiny tail which was visible
between his feet. But this fascination soon took a back seat to exhaustion.
soon took a back seat to exhaustion.
It had already been an extremely busy day.
For Meatball, a nap was soon going to be unavoidable.
As she busily finished bathing her uninvited visitor, Orgy saw that Meatball was heading for Dreamland. His purring continued
autonomously for a while, but then it got softer and slower, and his little tummy rose
and fell with a regular rhythm. Then, lying right there in that undignified, sprawled position, he was asleep.
Well, this was a fine kettle of fish, Orgy thought with exasperation.
The humans brought home a helpless infant and then took almost no responsibility for
his training.
He didn't even have his own cat bed yet and he had no idea about water fountain etiquette.
She could see that she would be very busy making sure that Meatball understood the rules of the house, and, furthermore,
how to wash his own feet. Her work would never be done.
But for now she had to grudgingly admit that he was very warm, snuggled into the bed with her.
And the rain was still falling.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
Despite her many thoughts, her eyes grew droopy again.
The noises of human life drifted to her from the distant kitchen.
Doors opened and closed.
Children babbled.
Water ran into the sink and then stopped.
She would find Meatball his own sleeping place tomorrow, she thought, fuzzily, as she succumbed to her dreams once again.
That is, if he wasn't scheduled to leave.
But even as she flipped the end of her tail over her nose and took a deep sigh, part of her
a deep sigh, Partafa secretly accepted the idea that perhaps this impertinent little puffball would be her new buddy.
Maybe.
If he behaved himself.
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