Wednesday 14 April 2010

Ollie



We didn't quite know what was wrong with Ollie last night but something definitely wasn't right in the world of the ginger tom cat. The first sign that things were amiss was a piercing feline wail from the stable yard beside the barn and I assumed that Wilbur and Ollie were having a difference of opinion. Ollie was apprehended and disgruntledly retired upstairs to take up position on a little antique stool he favours, glowering out of the window.......... And there he sat, tail twitching crossly from side to side, full of riotous indignation, occasionally muttering cat insults into the darkness for the rest of the evening




He remained balefully on duty long into the night guarding the house against who knows what horrors our ginger tom from the RSPCA that had been supplied with the dictate "Not to be rehomed with another cat".........but it wasn't until breakfast the next morning that two of our guest remarked that a little beige cat had followed them home from the Victoria Inn across the field. Now Wilbur is one thing but another cat in Ollie's view is a cat too far.........I do hope that it found its way home again

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