Saturday, 27 2008
I know I said that this was not going to be a blog about my life but when its 5.15am, one’s brain is still laid out on a stretcher from the night before and its far too early to start the coffee machine for fear of waking the Kraken, what’s left but to stare bleary-eyed at the glaring computer screen and waffle on about the day ahead?
Today is a very big day for one of our family members - Henry Pinkerton Murry. ‘Henry Pinkerton Murry’ is the Cat. Unfortunately for Henry today is ‘Pocket-picking-Day’! Yes, and there is nothing quite like the sound of a cat that knows it is in for something big. Knowing that we don’t see Henry on a regular basis (he works double-shifts at a ‘catsino’ on the next block) it was imperative that we kept him shut in last night when he came in for his dinner - his appointment being at 8.30am this morning.
Expecting the schedule to run as it always does: eat as fast as possible, quick cuddle on the bed, salute the troops and hightail it out, it is not surprising that he was more than a little shocked to find ALL exits restricted. And then it began. Ever heard the sound of a cat howl when you put it in a car and drive down the road? The sound of a foghorn on a lone, haunted inlet is by far a less mournful sound. Within minutes my resolve had capitulated, pushover that I am, and I begun to concoct a number of scenarios that would allow me to release our captive till morning - really if you just heard this sound! Thankfully Frank is much more levelheaded (and heartless) and told the cat (and myself) to suck it up and get on with it.
So here we are - him and I (the cat that is) both having shared a sleepless night. Only 2h45m to go.
.A.
