It is not like the Kiffer to miss a meal, so when he wasn't home for two She began to worry and set off to look for him. First stop, Glyn's, but no sign there, which was good as Glyn wasn't home as he is in the care home for a few days longer and She feared that Kiffer had curled up and made himself invisible and been locked in. Next stop, big green shed. Through the mud to the big shed door and She called.
And She called again.
Worry. Call one more time.
And then, "where have you been? I have been shut in this shed now for twenty four hours and I can't get out and it was dark and I was scared and you didn't come, you didn't!"
"Wait there. I'm off to get the key."
"Let me out. Now. Let me out. Now. Let me out. Now."
And he was still calling as She walked back smiling. Many a rat will have met its end last night. Brave Kiffer.
She got the key. She let him out. He ate his weight in cat food then curled to sleep in the warm.
Now, we know that She is not very interesting, doesn't catch many mice and spends far too long every day playing with paint when She should be looking after us, has not shining coat of ginger and not enough hair, can't even cough up a decent hairball, but we are quite fond of Her and She is quite excited as Her blog is doing well in the author blog awards, so if you haven't already, and remembering that you can vote for us aswell because we are better than Her and there are more of us, please click through on this link and give Her a vote. She my only be human, but She is our human and these little things ( and the guts we left outside her bedroom door last night) do seem to make Her happy. Her blog address is http://www.drawingalineintime.blogspot.comand She called it that because She is usually late and always misses deadlines and because She thinks She is funny. Odd things, humans.