Cat burglar
Wednesday, 24. May 2006, 15:04:42
We had a break-in last night. He got through the cat flap, which was locked. It's one of those snazzy ones with a four way lock: fully open, in only, out only or fully locked. When the postman can't get stuff through the letterbox he jams it through the cat flap, whether it's locked or unlocked.
So it's a bit tired, and doesn't put up a lot of resistance to the dedicated attacker, which is what we got early this morning.
I was woken at 4.45 by Bodoni (fat tabby catlet) sitting on my chest and staring at the bedroom door. Something had clearly spooked him, so I woke Yvonne and told her to go and find out what was happening. First report back was a turd on the landing carpet. Second report back was that Bembo (small black catlet) was missing. Third report back was there was an alien cat in the house.
I went down and made a cup of tea. I could see the alien black cat by the dawn's early light, crouching malevolently by the oil tank. Bembo reappeared, covered in cobwebs from some very safe hidey-hole.
Back to bed. No sleep. Noises downstairs. Up again. Alien black cat back inside. Lock it (with me) in kitchen. ABC tries to hurl himself through window. Nearly succeeds. Open back door and ABC rockets out, collides with elderly Padi coming back in. Padi unfazed by any cat antics.
The cats are both freaked. They have never had their territory invaded before. And Bodoni is unusually quiet; in fact, he's dribbling and he's reluctant to open his eyes. I think he's been beaten up, though there are no visible signs of injury. Bembo is fine but extremely nervous. He's more intelligent than Bodoni, and gets out of the way of danger.
They're going to London tonight. It's not a journey that Bodoni needs, or that I want to take. But he's a tough little fellow, and I'm sure he'll be fine.
So it's a bit tired, and doesn't put up a lot of resistance to the dedicated attacker, which is what we got early this morning.
I was woken at 4.45 by Bodoni (fat tabby catlet) sitting on my chest and staring at the bedroom door. Something had clearly spooked him, so I woke Yvonne and told her to go and find out what was happening. First report back was a turd on the landing carpet. Second report back was that Bembo (small black catlet) was missing. Third report back was there was an alien cat in the house.
I went down and made a cup of tea. I could see the alien black cat by the dawn's early light, crouching malevolently by the oil tank. Bembo reappeared, covered in cobwebs from some very safe hidey-hole.
Back to bed. No sleep. Noises downstairs. Up again. Alien black cat back inside. Lock it (with me) in kitchen. ABC tries to hurl himself through window. Nearly succeeds. Open back door and ABC rockets out, collides with elderly Padi coming back in. Padi unfazed by any cat antics.
The cats are both freaked. They have never had their territory invaded before. And Bodoni is unusually quiet; in fact, he's dribbling and he's reluctant to open his eyes. I think he's been beaten up, though there are no visible signs of injury. Bembo is fine but extremely nervous. He's more intelligent than Bodoni, and gets out of the way of danger.
They're going to London tonight. It's not a journey that Bodoni needs, or that I want to take. But he's a tough little fellow, and I'm sure he'll be fine.
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