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
Earlier posts can be found on Adventures of a Lone Bass Player, where this blog began life. Recent entries can be found here.
The House Of Happy Cats
by admin - 23:07 on 20 May 2013
Evening is a time of contentment for feline residents of The Rural Retreat. Pandora and Maia snooze in close proximity on what used to be my half of the sofa, The Tabby Terror's legs in the air the better to allow Matchgirl to scratch her tum; Willow dreams happily in the rocking chair, curled up into a small grey ball of fluff, tail hanging off the edge.
No-one could believe them guilty of any wrongdoing. The siskin who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time today knows differently.
Pandora, as usual, was the guilty party, although Willow tried to steal some of her glory by trotting around with the corpse when its killer had grown tired of her victim. Even Maia's been caught with a deceased bird in her mouth – a yellowhammer, surely already dead when our portly black cat seized it.
Each member of The Pride now has a distinct character, best illustrated by the black and white movie star they resemble. Maia and Willow are obvious: Sydney Greenstreet and Peter Lorre. Suave, good-looking Pandora is more tricky. She'd be Cary Grant or Douglas Fairbanks were it not for the casual way she deals out death, so I guess Errol Flynn is the closest – dashing, debonair but with a black heart.
What that makes me and Matchgirl is open to question...
Marten Update: Still no daylight sightings, which means they're almost a week behind schedule. The reason could be the activity of The Pride, or Mystery Moggies, or maybe just the rotten spring that's left everything out of whack. They'll be here sooner or later. I hope.
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