Woke to the sound of loud caterwauling cat fight going on. Went to break it up (assuming it was Baldrick (old tomcat) and Madge (middle aged lady cat, psychotic and paranoid but a fighter). ) So I follow the noise and find Baldrick in mid brawl with the big fat fluffy tabby from down the street IN MY DINING ROOM!!!! So I pitch in on Baldrick's side, because although he used to be King of the Cats in years gone by, he is now sadly a bit decrepid.
So I let him think he is the one winning the fight against bfft but make sure bfft knows that now I am here he had better exit sharpish. He had come through the catflap and out he went the same way (we have one of those magnet locks but bfft is so b he had blasted through it).
I praise Balrick for his bravery. A few years ago we had several hundred £s of vets bills for him as he was so 'off', and it turned out that he was depressed! Because he had lost his supreme Ruler of the Allotments and All Gardens position you see. So we have to make sure his esteem is not too dented by this Tabby Invasion.
Next thing that happens I go back upstairs and look out of the window - bfft is still lurking in the garden. So I put my pjs on, and slippers, and get a large glass of water, and slip out........run down the garden making battle cry (thoaty noise which scares cats) and chuck the water at bfft. It misses. I pursue him, making noise, but he escapes. Hopefully he wont be back.
I start to feel a little foolish for being out in my cloud print pjs and red slippers making cat scaring noise at 7am. Hopefully the neighbours missed the show.
There is no food in the house, so I am off to the shops.
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I'm going to The Pottery in Commerce today with a friend.And maybe stop for a nice salad at lunch time.
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And I've got "that thing", and I'm aching all over. Maybe I'll get back into bed with a book. If I could slip into a coma for the next two weeks, I might win the 5 pound challenge.
It's the day of my people!!
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