Lesson and a Stroll.

5/12/2011

As the light was rising so was the warmth. It was comfortable on my ‘The Hers’ sleeping place but far better to be out and about. The small clearspace was open in her room but that would mean a long walk round the building. Far better to start by going out of the large clearway at the front.

I moved to sit by it. No-one was around. I called out but got no response. I called again a little louder but no-one came. This is not how it’s supposed to work at all, that’s why I chose these longlegs. I cannot be blamed for taking the drastic action I took next as I was being ignored.

My ‘The Him’ was on his sleeping place, lying on his back and making that stupid grunting noise he seems to make. How unfair that I had to disturb myself to get up and walk this far only to find he would rather sleep than open my clearway. I took action.

I started gently because of my innate kindness and only nibbled his ear gently. The insertion of my nose only caused him to shake his head and grunt a little more. So I bit his ear and withdrew quickly. He sat up, eyes open wide, hand going to his ear and coming away a little red. Not much, but a little. Lesson learned I think.

His legs swung out of the sleeping place quicker than I thought and I was virtually thrown to the floor in his haste. Of course as a Superior I know how to land well but he shouldn’t have done it and I stored the memory. For safety I edged away while he put on his funny fur feet and followed me…….. as far as the clearway where I sat down and waited. He also came to a halt and for a moment I thought he was going to suggest I was in the wrong. Luckily for him he didn’t. As I looked towards the handle he got the message loud and clear and opened my clearway. I heard him grumble something about 5 o’clock as I walked out and narrowly missed losing my tail as the clearway was once again shut.

Ginger was sitting by the gate basking in the warmth and mewed as I approached. We exchanged information on how we had spent the dark time and I allowed him to best me with his story of how he had caught an ugly flying thing that tasted like furry leather. Not nice at all. In truth he had bested me because I had not hunted and caught nothing at all. I had in fact been to the village and sat outside a house where longlegs had a lot of lights, had made plenty of noise but from which rich smells had come. It was that I was going to investigate now. Ginger decided to come with me.

We walked through the village, my village and saw only a few longlegs about. There was the woman who posts things who had jumped when my ‘The Him’ had put a fast running thing on the step. How silly, she was so much bigger. Soon we came to the house. The lights had gone and so had the noise but some of the smells still lingered but they came from round the back. We investigated. There were stacks of bottles that we had to jump over, but our noses, under my leadership of course soon found the source of the smell. Unfortunately it had a lid on, and the lid did not want to come off. How lucky that I have a Superiors brain skills, especially where food is concerned. I had Ginger go behind, brace his back against the wall of the house and raise his front paws to push over the container. I sat and supervised while he rocked it until it started to fall.

It landed with a terrible clang but the lid fell off. I pulled out a bag that held a fish smell and retreated behind the garden wall to eat. I suggested Ginger stay and search for something that smelled right to him. He agreed, and was half in and half out of the container when a clearway opened, a head looked out and a shoe was thrown. Poor Ginger, right on his tail ! He ran and instead of stopping behind the wall to join me, kept on running. I enjoyed a feast before picking a nice shrimp from the bag and carrying it home and leaving it beside my gate for Ginger or one of the others.

Fed and content I walked round the house and jumped in my clearway where I settled down on the end of my ‘The Him’s’ sleeping place so he could stroke me when he woke. I am so kind and thoughtful like that.