We were just getting back from our evening walk with Mortimer. We’d already had a run in with Jacques the donkey. Well, Mortimer had – he doesn’t seem to like him. And now Jacques doesn’t like Mortimer. As you can see.
The cat picked its way delicately forward until it came to the corner. Now what? It peered cautiously forward – the next building along was too far away. It peered even more cautiously backwards, and nearly tumbled. It thought hard.
Finally, and with infinite care, it walked, step by anxious step, backwards to the balcony where it had started its unwise adventure. Another cat was hovering there. Cheering? Admonishing? Getting a stiff whisky ready? Who knows.
I don’t think this feline road show will be repeated tomorrow.
And Mortimer? He hadn’t a clue why his evening walk had ground to an abrupt halt for ten minutes or so. Just further evidence that his dog sitters, though amiable enough he supposes, are barking mad.