I wandered over to see how he was and to see if he had any news for me as I had spent most of the light time asleep on my' The Her's' sleeping place, interrupting it only to eat once or twice. To be honest I had felt a little bored, same old food, same old things to do. Ginger told me that he'd seen a fox go past but it hadn't stopped at my place this time. They do learn their lessons.
During the light time Ginger had been out and about the village with Tiger and Gizmo but hadn't seen Smokie or Thomas II anywhere. I imagine his new longlegs was keeping him in being so young. I was wrong. As Ginger came to join me on the ground to walk through the village we were joined by young Thomas who was full of gratitude for his new home. His longlegs was giving him plenty of strokes and good food and it seems Smokie had been teaching him things his own mother couldn't. He was so grateful he did something most kittens or cats won't do, he invited us home. This is something I'll have to teach him not to do but not until I've accepted this invitation. Not wanting to crowd the place and scare the longlegs I suggested Ginger went off to see if he could find the scent of the fox and if any of the gang were around to take them to follow the trail to make sure it went well away from us.
Thomas's home was clean and smelt good. We entered through a clearway left open for him and I was immediately attracted to the smell of fish which he showed me was in his dish. I was invited to eat and I did, all the time reminding myself to tell him not to do this again unless there was a desperate superior in need. As I ate, Thomas's longlegs came through. I was ready to bolt but she didn't shout. Instead she leaned down and stroked me for a moment before picking Thomas up to stroke him. He purred. I offered a miaow thank you and one of goodnight and carefully left. The clearway was closed behind me and I was alone again.
There was a new smell out here now. A strange smell, a longlegs smell. I followed it to the park area where we often rested in the warmth from the sky. There on a sitting place was a longlegs who appeared to be asleep. He was making a noise through his nose like sleeping longlegs do, just like my 'The Her' does. His stomach rumbled and I realised he must be hungry. Looking around I saw Ginger with Gizmo approach and check out the longlegs. I explained what I'd heard and suggested we try to get some food for him. A difficult proposition given the reactions from my longlegs when I brought them gifts. But maybe they did not all eat the same thing. So, after a little hunt Gizmo managed to catch a rustling thing and laid the offering down before the seating place. Ginger ran home and brought back some bread thrown out by his longlegs to bring the flying things close, how silly that they always shouted at him for trying to catch them when they threw the bread out. I knew that bread was a good longlegs meal though. I also ran home and managed to pick up some chicken from a dish left for me. Some of it even made the journey back in one piece. Well, using energy you need to eat don't you?
Gizmo decided it would be a good idea to let the longlegs have the gifts now before someone else stole them and so jumped up to wake the sleeping longlegs.....who woke with a roar when Gizmo applied a wet nose to the ear. The longlegs sat up and Gizmo jumped down startled by the sound and the movement. The longlegs saw us. He mustn't have liked our presents or our presence as he stood up and bolted down the lane calling for help. Strange, very strange. He was dressed in a long skin that was very dirty and he left a smell of unwashed longlegs where he went. The three of us looked at each other and decided there was no understanding them. I gave up and went home to sleep.