Being a cat isn’t always easy, particularly when that man
plants the garden so that you can’t get to your favourite hidey hole.
Yes, I planted the garden so that Luna couldn’t get to her
snug hiding place beneath the rhododendron. I didn’t mean to, I simply didn’t
think, and Luna, being Luna, wasn’t going to walk on my plants to get there; so
she was marooned poor thing. She looked quite distressed as she tried to find a
pathway through the plants, but of course there wasn’t one.
I felt guilty. She really did like that spot. From there she
could watch the bees and butterflies and, if she was really clever, catch one.
Not nice I know, but cats will be cats and, unlike the birds, the butterflies
and bees can’t hear her bell.
The more she wandered back and forth trying to find a way
across, the guiltier I became. She shot me a look of reproach and meowed
pitifully. It was no good, there was only one thing for it, I would have to
build her a bridge, a walkway so that she could get to and from her lazy day
sleeping area.
So that’s what I did using a piece of old limestone paving I
had hanging around. Just the job for the nimble pawed.
Problem solved, amends made, and a happy cat.
Maxine Lawson on FB
ReplyDeleteYou big softy x
Carmel Payne on FB
ReplyDeleteQuite right too
Carmel Payne on FB
ReplyDeleteShe's such a beautiful cat
Andrew Height
ReplyDeleteand she can tell the time...
Carmel Payne on FB
ReplyDeleteWell I wouldn't expect anything less with you being her owner
Andrew Height
ReplyDeleteI may write about that next time...
Andrew Height
ReplyDeleteBy the way Carmel Payne, she's my owner.
Carmel Payne on FB
ReplyDeleteyes i know what you mean i have 2 of my own
Jayne Butterworth on FB
ReplyDeleteKnew u were a big softie andrew. X
Sharon Taylor on FB
ReplyDeletejust goes to prove that cats have us a servants x Well done Luna for getting Andrew Height trained to your liking.