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Aug. 29th, 2018 06:00 pmA few months ago, a mural of a wombat emerging from a cave appeared overnight on the railway bridge not far from my house. It's really good. And now, its story emerges. The artist did it in chalk as a bit of practice, thinking it would wash away in the next rain, but when he came back the next day he was horrified to find someone had painted it over with preservative. Not to worry, though: that someone was the council's former graffiti cleaner, who saw it and liked it so much he decided it should stay. And so it should, don't you think?
There has been a little black and white stray cat around for... ooh, a year or so, on and off. I've seen it walking down the street, sometimes through the back garden, or sunning itself in the driveway of the empty house across the road. I saw it for the first time in ages about a week ago and was shocked at how thin it's grown and how dry and shabby its coat is, so I took it out a bowl of Alistair's food, hoping it wouldn't run away. It did not. It ran straight to the bowl and scarfed the food down. And now he turns up morning and evening for dinner. I don't know where he sleeps or what he does the rest of the time, but he's got his own special bowl and he's going to get a flea and worm treatment in a couple of days. So, okay, I seem to be acquiring an outside cat.
I must say, it is a joy to put a bowl of cat food down in front of a cat that just starts eating, no matter what's in it, and cleans the bowl without fuss. Not like a certain fat stripey beast I could name, Alistair.
There has been a little black and white stray cat around for... ooh, a year or so, on and off. I've seen it walking down the street, sometimes through the back garden, or sunning itself in the driveway of the empty house across the road. I saw it for the first time in ages about a week ago and was shocked at how thin it's grown and how dry and shabby its coat is, so I took it out a bowl of Alistair's food, hoping it wouldn't run away. It did not. It ran straight to the bowl and scarfed the food down. And now he turns up morning and evening for dinner. I don't know where he sleeps or what he does the rest of the time, but he's got his own special bowl and he's going to get a flea and worm treatment in a couple of days. So, okay, I seem to be acquiring an outside cat.
I must say, it is a joy to put a bowl of cat food down in front of a cat that just starts eating, no matter what's in it, and cleans the bowl without fuss. Not like a certain fat stripey beast I could name, Alistair.