Cats
When I got home last night I heard a cat crying. I called it over and gave it a stroke and he seemed happy. Anyway, I opened the front door and the cat darted inside and upstairs. Up and up he went until he found a bed to hide under. It took me 20 minutes to get him out! It reminded me of my last term at school when my old friend JC and I lived with a landlady in Woodmancote. We had a routine: come back on the bus, then rush upstairs to our bedrooms. I'd always be ahead of Jane and would find the landlady's cat asleep on my bed at which point I'd curse, pick up the cat and throw it at JC who'd be near the top of the stairs. Our other routine was to play backgammon every night before we went to sleep. She remains one of my best friends and whenever we see each other, we always play backgammon.
posted by Whispering Walls at 8:09 am
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My great aunt had her 100th birthday earlier this year. I was invited to the special party and when I introduced myself she know immediately who I was although she had only met me once or twice. She still plays cards and she invited me to join her one day. I said I would be delighted. She then said I was to bring plenty of "those new coins" ( she refuses to aknowledge the euro! ) because "I am sharp and rarely loose".
Bonjour ED - I'm not exactly sure what your great aunt meant but I shall bear it in mind if we ever play cards. Do you play bridge?
ww- used to play bridge for LSE - and Chess - but the only time I ever played for money was in the Gstaad Palace with some German ladies who were determined to take the money off me. They didn't.And surely the RSPCA will now be called regarding the " throwing cat" episode
Oh KL - let's play chess in 2008.
And - about your RSPCA comment - unless that cat was really dumb, it must have enjoyed its daily throw or it would have jumped off the bed as soon as it heard us thundering upstairs.
ww- ha! Touche! ... or maybe elfnsafety...???
No, WW, I do not play bridge although I was initiated by friends in Paris. We used to play on the train. In the good old days before the TGV.
Sorry forgot to ask: was the cat a stray? Or did she just fancy a change of scenery?
Maybe she knew what fine fares and wines are served in your household. A propos what about the hare?
No ED, he had a collar with the name Fudge on it and a phone number on the back although I couldn't hold him still enough to write down the number. The hare had to be shelved because of my w/e in Florence so we had casseroled venison with pickled walnuts instead.
No ED, he had a collar with the name Fudge on it and a phone number on the back although I couldn't hold him still enough to write down the number. The hare had to be shelved because of my w/e in Florence so we had casseroled venison with pickled walnuts instead.
I knew you must be a good 'un. Cats can always tell. Shame you didn't let him stay though.
G'day from Australia,
Lucky you didn't get a cat nip!!
I'm with eurodog: I think the cat knew a good billet!
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