everybody.
Just came down to check on His Madge, Alvin the Magnificent, only to find him gone
Houdini stayle. The doors shut fast, windows too. Only way out is up the chimney and there's a fireguard sooooo... think fast think
But wait, how has he gone but left his terrible Tomcat stench behind?
You guessed it! He's done what every single other rescue cat I've had in this house has done - found gimself a tuck-away where we'll think he's done a runner but is secretly and patiently waiting for us to leave a door ajar so he can leggit.
Chubby went under the hi-fi cabinet, Tuffers went behind the wardrobe, Jenny holed up behind the telly and Alvin has gone behind the sofa, although he's left his stink lying about so it was a dead giveaway. I can just see his little busted face peering up at me so I'm ignoring him. This generally works but let's see how smart he really is.
Very much taking heed of these words Rosella -
he'll have ya running round in circles feeding him little titbits 10 times a day and worryin' your self silly ........
He's gonna run ya ragged gal
and maybe I'm less of a catlover than I thought because this game doesn't rub with me anymore - he can stay there till he's good and hungry as far as I'm concerned. OH will be a different matter, though.
He'll be on his hands and knees with a tin of tuna within minutes of surfacing - guaranteed
So me and Polly are going about our business of a nice cuddle (she pins me to the sofa while I type) and HM Alvin the Magnificent is, hopefully, squatting uncomfortably down there, with the scent of fresh food and a fresh catnip leaf waiting for him to come to his senses.
More later, possibly with pics if I can get a new pooter today (can't load 'em on here, another reason for the urgency!)