Meet Bluey, here she is in her usual position asleep on a bed somewhere in the house.
Last week I was taking my usual trip to the abattoir (how glamorous) this time accompanied by Number 3. (Gosh I really know how to entertain my children.) We parked as usual in the collection zone and I opened the back of the van. Out shot Bluey and she proceeded to disappear round the corner at such a speed, that only cats know about, in the complete opposite direction from any friend or known person. Number 3 is now in a great state of panic and Mum is thnking....nice kitty.....*******......come to mummy...****. And of course Bluey being a cat does exactly what is required and runs towards the RAILWAY LINE ****. Ok, don't run talk nicely ****. Fortunately as is required by all cats who know exactly what they are doing, she stops for a quick clean and miaow next to the chainlink fence (quelle soulagement) which has holes too small for my fat cat and I pounce, slowly and nicely,to grab her by scruff of the neck.
Have you ever tried asking a Butcher (who is inside out of eyeshot) for a box for a cat in an abattoir via an assistant in rather stressy french. Well there was much gesticulation and disbelieving shoulder shrugging and arm waving but my hero butcher and his trusty assistant provided me with a box for my naughty cat.
Number 3, relieved to have the cat safely back in the van, then puts her feet securely on top of the box to prevent escape all the way home. Then in the spirit of modern technology and modern children texts Dad to tell him all about our adventure. Dads response funnily enough is quite similar to the Butchers.
Moral of the story is "always carry a box, cats like boxes!"
Have a calm and cat adventure free week
See you at St. Foy la Grande market Saturday 17th May.