The clearway got opened and I was off like a shot. I could see Ginger on the garden wall and I mewed to remind him who's garden I was in and who was King of it. Then just to be sure I laid a few new markings.
The I heard the rustle again and stood still waiting to hear where it was coming from. What I had not expected was that it was coming from above. At the last moment I ducked as claws from the fliers wings ran across my back. That was so close.
I prowled for a while but I was shaking, not that I could let Ginger see that, but luckily the flier must have scared him too as the wall was empty.
Then at the end of the garden I saw him reappear at the gate so I did my best swagger in that direction and marked the wall beside him. Then turning slowly I made my way back towards the open clearway and food.
Inside I called out to 'The Her' to let her know I was back and went to check my dishes. Empty again, what are they thinking of ? Sometimes the long legs forget to fill it up as soon as I empty it. I shall have to remind them. 'The Him is close and more fun to wake anyway, and much easier. I sauntered through to his room and he wasn't ready to go with me, at least until I jumped up next to him and rested my paws on his head. Maybe it was a mistake to flex my claws at that moment but the blood was his own fault fior moving quickly. I didn't expect it. At least he followed me and as I told him off he filled my dish again.
Time for a sleep I think.
The Long legs were out when I woke up but returned a little later with others. It was rude that they threw their furs off on my sleeping space even though I had moved to go and see if they had food. I wandered around their feet for a few minutes to see if I could attract a stroke or a scratch by my ears...I love that. But they folded themselves up and sat there talking and making funny little hiccuping sounds of pleasure. I know those sounds, they do it when I chase my tail sometimes. Anyway, there was a smaller 'The Him' long legs and I decided to attract his attention. I placed my front paws on his back legs and stretched out, my claws in and out of their sheaths as usual. It was not as though I was sharpening them but he let out such a howl he scared me. He stood and dropped his hand dish on the floor so I chose to take that as a gift of his meat, picked it up and ran. I heard my 'The Her' shout my name but guessed she didn't want to stroke me with others there.
I went under the sleeping platform my 'The Her' uses and enjoyed the ham I'd been gifted with. I may just doze under here for a while.