Nobbled

I had a cat fight after feeding the birds and squirrels. I'd left the back door open since it was a quick dash to the feeder and back and, when I returned, I stopped just inside the doorway - there was a white and ginger cat (a new cat on the block) making its way across the kitchen. It stopped mid-track, looked at me and realised his path out was blocked and went absolutely beserk! You know when you see cats in cartoons with all four legs windmilling whilst bouncing off the walls and furnishings? That. He leapt on to the piano, skidded past the computer, dashed across the cooker, landed on the windowsill, realised that wasn't an escape route and tipped over the vase, an orchid, a basil plant, a guinea pig eggcup and himself on to the sink, where he stepped in tomato sauce and jumped back on to the floor. I'd since legged it to the aid of the windowsill victims (nothing broken, not even the orchid) so the kitchen doorway was free for this intrepid cat's escape, complete with impressive tomato sauce skidmarks. Whisky then appeared in the hall and padded to the kitchen. I told him that this was how you deal with cats that come into the flat (he does absolutely nothing). He didn't look impressed.

My only other adventure today was to the pet shop. Brenda, the pet shop lady, was pricing up goods to the tune of David Bowie's "We Could Be Heroes" on Magic FM. I noted that she wasn't dancing and I duly skipped Bowie-esque along the aisle to the mealworms, which set her laughing. This normally happens when I pull some shapes. We were chatting about how dancing should become the norm whilst shopping in the pet shop (you could tell I'd been on my own all day), when "Addicted to Love" by Robert Palmer came on the radio. We looked at each other for an eyebrow-raised second and burst into giggles. That's not a good song to dance to in a pet shop. I felt sorry for the guy who came in at that point and even sorrier for Brenda who tried her best to manage the till with a serious face. She wasn't doing well until a man came in to ask if the pet shop sold mouse traps. That man was on the receiving end of a very serious face indeed.