The cat burglar hadn’t quite finished with us back in October 2013. We were just about to go on holiday and she was at it again. This time she went a step too far.
15 October 2013
The packing is offically done. Well, when I say done, I mean I’ve thought about it. A whole load of dresses are in the suitcase along with some pants and leggings, my bikini and my trusty Birkenstocks. All the little bottles of toiletries in my always packed overnight bag have been checked, some replenished with things decanted from the big bottles in the bathroom. There was even a list of sorts, not a proper list, just a couple of last minute things that have to go in the case before we go. Most importantly I charged my Kindle and synced it so the books I bought a while ago are now downloaded and I have some holiday reading. Maybe I need to put a couple of bras in there too now I come to think of it and the odd cardi in case it gets cold in the evenings.
Last night I got a rather nice piece of pork out of the freezer to defrost for tonight’s dinner. I stood the giant pork ice cube in a casserole dish, covered it with a tea towel and left it on the kitchen worktop so it would be ready for me to pop into a very low oven this morning when I got up. Everything else was prepared so Commando would simply be able to dish up at dinner time. Forward planning at it’s best. When Commando got in from work this morning the pork was on the rug in the hall, with a trail of blood leading across the kitchen floor. Thankfully the casserole dish, that had been pulled from worktop to floor hadn’t broken but the pork was a gonner.
Bless his heart, Commando cleared up the mess before I got up. Apparently Fluffy the cat was nowhere to be seen. Not only had she done the mission impossible scale the walls and climb in through the bathroom window trick but, seeing what she’d done, she’d also thought it best to make herself scarce and done the whole thing in reverse to get out. All I can say is, she’d better keep out of my way, I was looking forward to that pork. For now she is persona non grata in this house or should that be felis non grata? Either way the bathroom window is now firmly shut and locked. If she can get through that she deserves all the pork she can eat.
Right, I’d better get on with that ironing now.
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