What could I do but run? I did and the scream “Nooooooo” followed me to the clearway where I was brought to a sudden halt as the wool I had not noticed suddenly gripped me......momentarily only because then with the force of me running forward it snapped.
I was outside the clearway and there was no wool to stop me. I was glad I'd moved as the sun was shining and not too far away I could here Ginger singing. Well, out of kindness I'll call it that. I went to find him.
Following what sounded like the heehawing of a donkey in pain I soon found him. He was sitting at the foot of a tree just outside the walls and braying up into the branches. I thought perhaps he's lost his mind until I noticed a female sitting in the branches above looking rather scared.
“Hello Ginger” I said, “ what's new?”
“Hi Oscar” he replied, “ I'm just serenading this young Lady. The sun is shining and I'm in the mood for love.”
“Ginger old chap, I think you’re scaring the object of your attention to death. How about letting her down and allowing her to introduce herself first?”
“I suppose so” he said, “hey beautiful, how about coming down to say hello.”
Beautiful agreed and came clambering delicately down.
“I am Sheba sirs” she told us “ and am looking for my Longlegs who seems to have lost me.”
“I'm Ginger and this is Oscar” said Ginger, “ I think I'm in Love!”
Sheba simpered a bit, “I'm too young for Love” she told us.
“Where did you last see your Longlegs?” I asked getting back to the point though I could see why Ginger was attracted to Sheba.
“When she went to visit a friend” she said “I decided to look around and forgot which house she'd gone in.”
“Well it's only a small village” I said, “we'll soon find her.”
“But now I'm thirsty” she told us “and I don't know where to go.”
“Follow me” I said, and started leading the way to the Fursty Ferret which always has a dish of water outside for the dogs whose Longlegs drink there. As we approached Ginger bounded ahead and stood by the dish. “Here you are Sheba” he said “a drink for you and then a little fun with me?”
“Behave yourself Ginger” I told him “the last thing we want is your kittens appearing one day looking for you. You're not father material.”
After a drink Ginger and I took Sheba on a tour of the village until she recognised the chariot she'd come in. Looking inside we could see a large cat bed on the back seat which must have been hers. The chariot was parked near two cottages and so starting there seemed a good idea. We went up the first path and could hear voices so we walked round the back where they seemed to come from. “Sheba my darling” called a Longlegs sitting with some others, “you've found some friends have you? I do hope that Ugly Orange Tom has behaved round you.”
Sheba jumped up on the woman's knee and started telling her tale of being lost, which was completely lost on the Longlegs who understood not a word.
One of the other Longlegs stood and said “Come on you two, lets get you a saucer of milk.”
Ginger and I followed and received our reward.
I walked home afterwards and as I left Ginger at the wall I told him after I'd heard him sing I understood where the Longlegs term caterwauling came from now. I smiled to show him I wasn't being cruel.
I entered the house through the clearway and carefully looked round. There was no wool and I could see that my 'The Her' was back to knitting and was off the phone now. I jumped up beside her to finish off my interrupted sleep.
Dear Sir Oscar,
I am not sure if the personage in the picture truly represents Superiors in their finest moments. Somehow, I am not sure why, he seems a little, shall we say (if such a thing can be said about a Superior), undignified? I suspect the picture might have been retouched by an immature and malicious Long Legs with intent of unbecoming mockery…
(email@example.com) Tue, 11 Oct 2011 07:41:26
I am stunned by the fact that you do not know how dangerous yarn can be for Superiors! You might have at least left a warning to kittens. Don't you know that if swallowed, yarn can kill a Superior?!?!?!
Your friend and associate,