Thursday 8 March 2018

things that go bump in the night

Waking in the night, I heard a faint sound of thundering and crashing coming up through the floor from the study.  Deciding it was the cats and not burglars I didn't bother getting up to investigate, and in the morning the Systems Administrator confirmed that there had been a stramash in the night as he had found the cats' beds scattered all over the floor, and the cat door was missing.  I struggled to absorb the last piece of information.  How could they loose a cat door?  Thinking about the noise of the nocturnal chase I suggested we look under the furniture in the study, and there was the cat flap complete with the indoors half of its frame, lying under a table.  A cat must have rushed in through the flap, carried the whole thing away from the wall, and run into the study with the door hung around its neck like a garland.

I should have liked to see that, although I hope that whoever was rushing in did so in play and an excess of high spirits and not because there was anything genuinely threatening outside.  I would not like to think the local foxes were turning nasty.  There were reports some years back of a black Beast in the neighbouring village, memorably written up in the parish magazine which quoted a local as saying that his wife and child had seen it using binoculars.  More recently there was supposed to be an escaped lion in St Osyth, but to much ridicule it was exposed as being a ginger Maine Coon.

It is still too cold and windy to be at all nice outside.  It is not just me thinking so.  When in the middle of the morning all three kitties are lined up in their beds on top of the cupboard you know that it really isn't very pleasant out of doors.


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