Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
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Not Letting Sleeping Cats Lie
by Russell Turner - 10:25 on 06 March 2016
This has been a very unsettling weekend for The Pride. On Friday, Matchgirl left earlier than usual for business in Shetland which she planned to combine with a long weekend of healthy outdoor activity – a scheme threatened by the cold she took with her. Such is life.
But that's not the problem. Matchgirl's absence has coincided with City Limits' two-night stand at Foxes in Inverness, which meant leaving The Rural Retreat at the time sleepy moggies are thinking of bed and returning at 2-3am. This is a terrible shake-up of routine for three cats who like life with as little variation as possible.
Usually I'll come home after a late finish to almost always find one cat, often two, sleeping with Matchgirl (Willow mostly likes her own company downstairs at night) but the last two nights I've opened the door to be faced by six accusing eyes, their owners crouched on the sofa or (in Pandora's case) curled up inside her purple throne.
There's brief excitement, then disappointment as they realise that food won't be forthcoming, then three huffy cats stay downstairs (although Pandora did join me last night) until they think it's time for breakfast, which puts a severe limit on my recovery time.
Fortunately, the weekend's gigs were worth the lack of sleep, especially last night when the dance floor was packed and everyone seemed to know the chorus of at least half the songs. Those are the nights that make up for the gigs when tumbleweed blows across the venue. New drummer Sam's initiation is now complete.
So it's a nuisance that we don't have another booking for four weeks. Anyone need a band?
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