There fore , when I woke my 'The Him' at what he called Five past 'bl**dy' five this light with a swift ...but fairly gentle by my standards....nip on his foot, I knew it was probably justified. However, I admit to beating a hasty retreat rather than indicate my food dish was empty at that moment as he seemed less than pleased to see me. Quite unusual really as he's usually so well trained and can be cajoled into forgiving me the occasional mistake.
I left the house by my small clearway and walked round the garden. The flying things were either talking to each other or singing. A little maddening I suppose as they did so well out of my reach. None even came to take breakfast from the fruit on the ground even though I sat very still for an age. I gave up and eventually headed down to the greenhouse where I pounced on a rustling thing only to hurt myself as it was larger than usual and was covered in spikes. That's not playing very fair. The thing curled up into a ball and just sat there unmoving. I got bored and decided to carry on down the garden to the wall where I found Ginger just arriving. He looked awfully smug and told me he'd caught a rustling thing that hadn't been quick enough to escape. I outbragged him by telling him of the huge one I had caught earlier, telling him I had played with it rather than eat it as I wasn't hungry. I said if he was still hungry I'd show him where it was but he seemed uninterested now.
Ginger and I walked together to the village where longlegs were just stirring. We watched a milkman deliver some bottles to one of the longlegs houses. The bottles had gold tops and we both knew what that meant. It meant we were lucky!! The milkman moved his chariot a little way down the road giving Ginger and I our chance. As we reached the bottles I made him stop and reminded him that he must attack the top of the bottle like a flying thing taps with it's beak. When the holes were wide enough we inserted our tongues and enjoyed some cream from the top. Licking our lips we moved away to groom our whiskers and faces so nothing was evident. No doubt the flying things would be blamed but they wouldn't worry.
Freshly groomed and happy I settled under a tree to enjoy the warmth and was soon asleep. When I woke I was alone and feeling a little hungry so I returned home through the main clearway which was now open. There was my 'The Him' just filling my dish. No wonder I treat him so well.
Poor old Oscar, some days just don't go the right way at all. Julia
OUCH Oscar, why me?. David
An ancient Asian proverb: If you can reach the cream at the top of the gold-covered bottle,all your troubles vanish into the mists..Ilil