The Ginger Cat keeps a solitary vigil. Waiting. Watching. Never knowing when it will return. He bears the scars of one who defends the realm…. etc etc.
Yes, Mr Stripey Pants is sitting on the table in the back yard again. The above is something like the voice-over I imagine in his head. I’ve pieced the picture together from a series of Lemony Snickets (unfortunate events).
1. The ongoing contact lens saga, which were due for a routine check up at 9.30am GMT yesterday.
2. The dawn altercation (time estimated. Incident happened between alarm call at 6.am and ready-for-vet time at 9am).
3. The finding of aforementioned Ginger Cat on his day bed, criss-crossed with facial cuts, a split rear paw and a generous selection of other contusions.
4. Today’s extra-intense hedge-staring marathon.
He’s getting too old for this job. He really needs to let Zizou help out with the border patrols. But I guess it may be difficult for Stripey to explain to Zizou why he must sit motionless on the back table all day….
On the bright side though, I’m now officially eligible for a season ticket to the vets.