As per normal, it has been a cat-filled weekend. On Saturday, we took M.C. for her sterilisation operation. It was a just-in-the-nick-of-time appointment, as we caught her copulating with Paddy last Saturday (in between going for M's church wedding in the morning and the dinner in the evening).
Then, yesterday evening, we said goodbye to Tiger Lily. After a number of missed connections, she was adopted by two housemates (females) and has gone to stay with them in their apartment. One of them comes from a cat-owning household and misses having one around. I hope she does ok and is not too lonely away from her brother and two "uncles".
Finally, this morning, we were awakened by the sound of the burglar alarm going off. Or at least, I was awakened by it, ran down the stairs and turned off the alarm. Which, I was told, is not the right thing to do as what if there had been a burglar? Anyway, there were some tense moments as we regrouped in my parents' bedroom, just below mine. We checked the time - it was 5.30am. Outside, the newspaper chap was delivering TODAY. Our neighbour was wandering around her front garden. Armed with a small little clothes hanging aide, my father went down the stairs. I followed him with the alarm trigger in my hand. (Ok next time I will bring down a golf club or two.) We had only walked a few steps down the stairs when we saw the miscreant who had triggered the alarm. His little white face peered up at us as he lay on the carpet, somewhat startled by all the fuss. Somehow, Dinky had sneaked into the house whilst my father was doing some midnight chore at the back of the house (don't ask, don't ask).
Thus we started the day.
No comments:
Post a Comment