I came down this morning about 5.00am to make a pot of tea and trod in what turned out to be five or six brown feathers, a clawed foot and something green and disgusting, probably a gallbladder.
Needless to say I was barefoot.
Such is life with Oliver Badcat.
I do feed him, you know.
Thursday, 19 June 2008
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He's not a badcat... he was leaving you the gallbladder and feathers as proof that he's a very goodcat!
Why were you up at 5 a.m.?
When I stuck into a good book I tend to wake up early and read for a few hours before getting up "properly". At the moment it is Mani, travels in the Southern Peleponesse, by Patrick Leigh Fermor. That and as we approach the longest day of the year in these parts, ( today!! and it's raining!) it's quite bright at 5.00am.
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