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Mar. 19th, 2008 07:05 pmSo, I come home from work, I chill out and relax with my book (albeit deafened by the loved up blackbirds in the back garden). I feed the cat, he chills out on the sofa for a bit, then decides he wants to go out, so I let him out.
Some minutes later, I am disturbed from my peace by the horrendous cacophony of two cats fighting. One voice is very distinctly Mr Fidget. So, I go outside, and call him in. No effect. Cat keeps fighting. I call him some more, and go back inside. Almost as soon as I get inside, my phone rings.
Thinking its Jamie, telling me he's on his way home, I retrieve my phone from my coat pocket. Only to find its an unknown mobile number. Gods, I start thinking, its that poor cat's owner, calling me to have a go because my cat's just ripped its eyes out or something. So I answer it, but am much relieved when it turns out to be none other than delvy, wanting to come round and get some LRP kit of his. As I'm on the phone, Fidget trots up to the back door and begs to be let in, looking all innocent.
When I was out in the garden bringing in the aforementioned kit, I spotted little Kira haring along the fence from the same direction as the fighting was, but she didnt stop to say hello, just raced along the fence and down, through the gap in the fence behind the holly and away.
I hope it wasnt Kira that Fidget was fighting. It didn't sound like it. Sounded more like it was Crotchspider or Midget, or possibly the new black and white one we haven't named yet. I'd like to think that Mr Fidget was defending Miss Kira's honour from improper behaviour on the part of the other cat.
Fidget is now shut in the house, and desperate to get back outside.
Some minutes later, I am disturbed from my peace by the horrendous cacophony of two cats fighting. One voice is very distinctly Mr Fidget. So, I go outside, and call him in. No effect. Cat keeps fighting. I call him some more, and go back inside. Almost as soon as I get inside, my phone rings.
Thinking its Jamie, telling me he's on his way home, I retrieve my phone from my coat pocket. Only to find its an unknown mobile number. Gods, I start thinking, its that poor cat's owner, calling me to have a go because my cat's just ripped its eyes out or something. So I answer it, but am much relieved when it turns out to be none other than delvy, wanting to come round and get some LRP kit of his. As I'm on the phone, Fidget trots up to the back door and begs to be let in, looking all innocent.
When I was out in the garden bringing in the aforementioned kit, I spotted little Kira haring along the fence from the same direction as the fighting was, but she didnt stop to say hello, just raced along the fence and down, through the gap in the fence behind the holly and away.
I hope it wasnt Kira that Fidget was fighting. It didn't sound like it. Sounded more like it was Crotchspider or Midget, or possibly the new black and white one we haven't named yet. I'd like to think that Mr Fidget was defending Miss Kira's honour from improper behaviour on the part of the other cat.
Fidget is now shut in the house, and desperate to get back outside.
