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Neznoir in his 18 months of life has only missed two meals.
So imagine my utter horror when I discovered he was not waiting for me this cloudy but not too cold morning.
I fed the others expecting him and his right angled tail to leap through the cat flap at any moment. To appologise profusely for his lateness and to demand tuna for the pleasure of his company.
Nothing......
Not a peep.
The other three beauties happily munched away, glad that no one was trying to steal their long awaited breakfast.
I took my coffee and went to sit with Jesus in the morning room.
Like waiting for Santa, I listened out for the jingling of Neznoir's extra loud and festive Christmas bell.
No, I heard only the tinkles of the other more gracefull kitties.
I got up to make Jamie's coffee.
With the kettle on the gas, before it's whistle kicked into full swing, i swung open the top part of our stable-like backdoor and performed the obvious.
I banged a tuna tin like a drum and called Neznoir at the top of my voice. The sounds bounced round next doors court yard and over the gardens. Yes of course the neighbours understand. They know a mad cat woman lives next door.
The other cats went suitably bonkers, throwing themselves at the door and the unopened but resonating tin of tuna.
I told them they could have some if they brought their brother home.
Pierrot then went off and peered down the well for a worrying amount of time. ( I kid you not it was very bizarre).
Then the girls started to actually look at the places where he may appear from.
Then they purposefully sat staring in one direction, which meant that little Mr Prince Tigerpuss was at the front of the house in the street.
I opened the front door and was met with the howls of my furry beloved. I searched and searched. I could hear but not see him though his cries were clear as pretty church bells .
Then, I ruined my fluffy pink slippers running out (in my pyjamas) into the rain and attempted to rescue him from ........
the roof across the road!!!!
Oh the treacherous paths he had to cross to come to my mewingly encouraging heart.
Originallly, he tried to leap straight towards me (very big drop) so without actually climbing any walls I guided him across the streets rooftops. Allors! the sticky moment arrived when he had to go through the garden of the six cats! (Six, what a joy , i thought our four were enough but they have six.)
My poor yowling Prince braved it and ran through the rooftop garden terrace and down their stairs and straight into my arms!!!! well ok he performed his I wasn't stuck really dance brushing up against wall and gate. Then into my arms full of relief and loud purrs.
All was well.
Tuna was liberally awarded to all and all the kitties got extra cuddles as the thought of being without them was just too much.
I must include the help Pierrot also gave to her brother with encouraging mews alongside me.
Poor Hagrid waited indoors obviously beside herself with fear for her brother (by her plate!)
Now the family is once again complete and the big man who missed all the excitement and didn't hear a thing, is now awake lighting the fire and doing the man jobs.
Soon he will turn from neanderthal into the intelligent eloquent man we all recognise as Jamie the man with the moto.
And the day begins..........
Neznoir in his 18 months of life has only missed two meals.
So imagine my utter horror when I discovered he was not waiting for me this cloudy but not too cold morning.
I fed the others expecting him and his right angled tail to leap through the cat flap at any moment. To appologise profusely for his lateness and to demand tuna for the pleasure of his company.
Nothing......
Not a peep.
The other three beauties happily munched away, glad that no one was trying to steal their long awaited breakfast.
I took my coffee and went to sit with Jesus in the morning room.
Like waiting for Santa, I listened out for the jingling of Neznoir's extra loud and festive Christmas bell.
No, I heard only the tinkles of the other more gracefull kitties.
I got up to make Jamie's coffee.
With the kettle on the gas, before it's whistle kicked into full swing, i swung open the top part of our stable-like backdoor and performed the obvious.
I banged a tuna tin like a drum and called Neznoir at the top of my voice. The sounds bounced round next doors court yard and over the gardens. Yes of course the neighbours understand. They know a mad cat woman lives next door.
The other cats went suitably bonkers, throwing themselves at the door and the unopened but resonating tin of tuna.
I told them they could have some if they brought their brother home.
Pierrot then went off and peered down the well for a worrying amount of time. ( I kid you not it was very bizarre).
Then the girls started to actually look at the places where he may appear from.
Then they purposefully sat staring in one direction, which meant that little Mr Prince Tigerpuss was at the front of the house in the street.
I opened the front door and was met with the howls of my furry beloved. I searched and searched. I could hear but not see him though his cries were clear as pretty church bells .
Then, I ruined my fluffy pink slippers running out (in my pyjamas) into the rain and attempted to rescue him from ........
the roof across the road!!!!
Oh the treacherous paths he had to cross to come to my mewingly encouraging heart.
Originallly, he tried to leap straight towards me (very big drop) so without actually climbing any walls I guided him across the streets rooftops. Allors! the sticky moment arrived when he had to go through the garden of the six cats! (Six, what a joy , i thought our four were enough but they have six.)
My poor yowling Prince braved it and ran through the rooftop garden terrace and down their stairs and straight into my arms!!!! well ok he performed his I wasn't stuck really dance brushing up against wall and gate. Then into my arms full of relief and loud purrs.
All was well.
Tuna was liberally awarded to all and all the kitties got extra cuddles as the thought of being without them was just too much.
I must include the help Pierrot also gave to her brother with encouraging mews alongside me.
Poor Hagrid waited indoors obviously beside herself with fear for her brother (by her plate!)
Now the family is once again complete and the big man who missed all the excitement and didn't hear a thing, is now awake lighting the fire and doing the man jobs.
Soon he will turn from neanderthal into the intelligent eloquent man we all recognise as Jamie the man with the moto.
And the day begins..........
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