Was woken up by Artichoke this morning, bellowing like a wounded moose, excited that we had a new kitty in our garden. Sitting on the fence, just by the back door, proud as you like.
We let Nigel out (who clearly didn't see him), and began talking to the new kitty. Who is grade-A gorgeous. Five minutes later, Nigel twigs who / what we're talking to, and comes over... erm... hunched down and hesitant... but quite excited.
Little fucker hissed at Nigel, so I coated him with a handy bucket of water
e2a: which reminds me of the time that I had to put some cat prawns out back, because it was pissing it down and I CBA to go to the bins. Nigel hadn't eaten them, and they'd gotten to the point where they were stinking the whole house out. Unhappy prawns.
Through the window, Artichoke suddenly saw a black cat happily chomping away... We had visions of it going home, walking proudly through the back door, then throwing up rancid prawns all over someone's carpet. (Artichoke had visions this morning of a sopping wet kitty suddenly hurtling through someone's back door, and launching itself up towards fresh bedding
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