A Cat Conundrum
After extolling my new take on internet usage (previous blog - scroll down), we drove to Carosi to check our messages on email, mostly to check the boat advert and sample the Gelato. The internet was slower than my eyes opening in the morning, so we only just managed to arrange a new ad in a magazine for the boat (boat has been reduced - look here) and deal with a few immediate messages and book orders. After thirty minutes of a painfully slow connection I was glad to close the laptop lid and enjoy my frutti tutti!
Shrouded in a misty day that obscured the perfect blue of sky, we trundled home with a few more supplies and upset a neighbour - namely a neighbouring cat. The tabby came trotting along the laneway, tail up, obviously pleased to see us – clearly thinking I am Lynne (the house owner). Noel doesn’t really gel with cats, so he clucked his tongue and disappeared inside. I really didn’t want to get caught up with the cat – I have such a soft spot for animals, as long as they are fine and healthy (this one was) I try to keep away and not become attached.
Shrouded in a misty day that obscured the perfect blue of sky, we trundled home with a few more supplies and upset a neighbour - namely a neighbouring cat. The tabby came trotting along the laneway, tail up, obviously pleased to see us – clearly thinking I am Lynne (the house owner). Noel doesn’t really gel with cats, so he clucked his tongue and disappeared inside. I really didn’t want to get caught up with the cat – I have such a soft spot for animals, as long as they are fine and healthy (this one was) I try to keep away and not become attached.
The cat stopped in its tracks, miffed that I turned my back and went indoors without a stroke or acknowledgement – I felt guilty, how can cats do that to you with just a look?
I spied the cat food in our hosts store room – hmmmm this cat was expecting more than a tickle under the chin. I peered out the window, it turned around, tail high, showing its bottom to me as it swayed off back the other way. The following day, I saw where the cat lived – clearly loved and well fed! Cats!
Without wanting a big bike ride, we rode to the bottom of the mountain behind the house, and walked in the hills - we wanted to visit Grotta Sant Angelo.
I spied the cat food in our hosts store room – hmmmm this cat was expecting more than a tickle under the chin. I peered out the window, it turned around, tail high, showing its bottom to me as it swayed off back the other way. The following day, I saw where the cat lived – clearly loved and well fed! Cats!
Without wanting a big bike ride, we rode to the bottom of the mountain behind the house, and walked in the hills - we wanted to visit Grotta Sant Angelo.
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