I’m used to furry animals in my house. At last count, including my children, I have 37 mouths to feed. The mouths belong to children, dogs, guinea pigs and rabbits. In no particular order, all competing for food.
Actually make that 38.
Maisy has arrived. Maisy is a black cat. Well, a kitten to be more precise.
She was shy at first but, boy, has she settled in. The dogs, Gizmo and Murphy, treated her with disdain at first.
‘There’s no way she will muscle in on the food stakes’ you could almost see them discussing.
How wrong they were.
Last night, I cooked myself a nice lamb chop. I ate it down to the bone. As usual, Gizmo and Murphy sat patiently, their own chops salivating.
After I finished, I left it on the plate and sat back to let my meal go down. Usually I break the bone up and throw it out the back door for them to take it to bury or chew or do whatever they do with bones.
Except it was different last night.
Maisy had somehow negotiated a way onto the table and was contentedly helping herself to it.
Gizmo and Murphy treated her with more respect today.
I think she might be recruited by one of them.
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29/07/08 @ 22:30