It did not take me long to walk to the village and the closer I got the more the sense became a strong smell, and the more the smell came the wetter my mouth became until I had to lick the drool from my lips. But I could not stop to wash now as it was so close.
The big hard drink smell home appeared. I have heard words like Fursty Ferret used about this place but I have never yet seen a ferret here.
The main clearways were all shut to me but as I walked round the building I saw a small one was open. It was a tall leap but moments later I was up and through.
And there it was. In the room where I have seen all the longlegs drinking as they do from their hand dishes, a long table laden with food. And in the centre a dish with a large salmon fish.
There were no longlegs here in this room but I could tell there were some close and could hear the clatter of their dishes being piled together. This feast must be for something special, but maybe it is for us superiors and if so I am lucky to be the first to arrive. It was kind but no more than our due. However, I do not care for eating in public and so chose to take my share there and then. Taking the tail of the salmon fish firmly in my jaws I pulled and it slid beautifully off the table. It took all my strength to jump to the clearway with it dangling behind me, and through again to the light. The salmon fish firmly held between my jaws and trailing between my legs I struggled to reach home again. Back through my own clearway without meeting any of the other superiors , especially Ginger, I took a place beneath the sleeping place of my '''The Her'.
The feast was delicious but I could not finish it all just then. I ate what I could and jumped onto my 'The Her's' sleeping place where I washed myself and settled to doze.
My longlegs came home a little later as the light was moving away. I stirred myself to rub up against their legs in case anyone else had tried to claim them and then allowed them to stroke me. I purred for a long time. I could see my 'The Him' keep lifting his nose to the air and sniffing. Though I don't always know the meaning of the words they use I can hear them. My 'The Him' was asking if my 'The Her' could smell anything unusual. She shook her head.
Soon I decided it was time to finish my feast and after doing so I was back on the sleeping place keeping myself clean when my 'The Her' entered later ready to lie down to sleep. As it was cold to her without a good skin she closed my clearway and settled. It was not long before my 'The Him' was there saying he could smell something. He looked around the room but saw nothing. He ruffled the fur on my head and said "Goodnight".
When the light came again a little I decided it was time for a stroll. There were no clearways open so I went to my 'The Him', jumped onto his stomach whereupon there was a strange gasp and I stuck my nose in his ear to wake him. He woke ! It was quite sudden and he sat up so quickly he would have dislodged me had I not managed to grip so well with my claws. As I did so he let out a muffled scream and swung his legs off his sleeping place. I released my grip and landed on the floor where I led the way to the clearway.He opened it and without even the hint of a stroke turned and left to go back to his sleeping place moaning something about "four o'clock."
I jumped back in for a minute and went to rescue the remains of my salmon fish which I easily got outside as only the head remained now. Leaving it where Ginger and the others could find it I returned home for a little catnap.
As light appeared properly I was disturbed by the sound of voices. My longlegs were at the large clearway talking to some other longlegs whom I recognised from the village. The visitors were telling my longlegs how there had been a party for Mellors the longlegs from he garden in the dark time but that the centrepiece (?) of the display had been taken. This morning they had found the thief still eating it, "a mangy ginger thing" they said, " right down to the head it was eaten."
They had chased him.
As I said I don't understand a lot of what the longlegs say, they talk so fast too. I lost interest and went for a stroll. I found Ginger under the chariot . He was trying to sound relaxed but I could sense a problem and he finally admitted that some longlegs had chased him. They are strange beings who do that to a superior and I don't understand them.
I went home and as I entered the clearway I could see my 'The Him' walking round with one of those hissing tins in his paw spraying everywhere. I heard him call to my 'The Her', "I can still smell fish but I can't find where it's coming from now." I know the word fish but did not show interest as I had eaten fish and didn't want more. Instead I walked through to my 'The Her' for a stroke because I am kind. On the chair where my 'The Him' sits was a plate. It had one of those funny things with pieces of bread around something. I looked and there was ham, my second favourite meal.I tugged at a corner and the ham slid away from the bread. I took it under the table and was enjoying it when my 'The Him' returned. He picked up his plate, sat down and took a bite. "You forgot to put anything in my sandwich " he said.
My 'The Her' who had seen what I had done was making those funny hiccups again that the longlegs call laughing ,and she was rocking back and forth. I could not go to help her as I wanted to finish my ham. The tears rolled down her face and my 'The Him' started as well. As I said, I don't understand my longlegs very well , but if they keep stroking me I'll keep them.