At the last full light my 'The Her' put out some large black bags from the house. They smelled very interesting and when she left I thought it would be interesting to investigate. After all, nothing should leave without me knowing about it.
I walked round the bags a few times to check they were safe. I was just about to test the outer with my claws when there was a loud noise. A really large chariot was bearing down on me so I hid. It seemed sensible to hide under the nearest thing which turned out to be the black bags so I burrowed underneath. Accidentaly I used my claws to squeeze past a tight bit.
I heard the chariot stop and then a heavy roar as it stood rumbling nearby.
All of a sudden the bags rose up and I saw a large longlegs next to me. Before I could run the bag where I'd squeezed past with my claws opened and rained terrible things on me. Dirt and more dirt. I ran and heard the roar of the longlegs. I saw him picking up all the dirt and throwing it on the chariot from where I was hiding. He did not seem happy, but then neither was I as he's spoiled my exploration and scared, hrumph, disturbed me when he moved my hiding place. It was time to think of payment.
He threw the bags on the back of the chariot, climbed in and it started to move away slowly with another roar. I cut across the grass to the gate which was open , jumped on the top bar which always made the gate shut, and jumped off again. I was snug in my hiding place in the bushes when the chariot appeared just as the gate was shutting. It had to stop again, a longlegs jumped out to open the gate and had to stay there while the chariot passed through. Once on the other side it stopped so the longlegs who now closed the gate could jump in. As the man got on I heard him say, " But I left the gate open Honestly, and you saw it shut on it's own." There will always be a payment.
When my longlegs returned today I went to say hello and curled around their legs. As usual they didn't show much gratitude. Then my 'The Her' leaned down to stroke me, Ah, my due, I thought until I smelled DOG. She had touched a DOG. I moved away. I thought to give my 'The Him' a chance until his hand also came close, and there it was again, DOG! What's going on? I am refusing to let them stroke me now until the smell is gone. How dare they touch a Superior smelling like that. They will pay the price by not being able to stroke me and I know they'll suffer. I do hope they're not getting a DOG. Maybe I'll just stroll over and let them know I love them, after all they've been home half an hour and suffered long enough.