I was woken at 5.30 this morning by the most sonorific dawn chorus – it was beautiful. And the day that followed it was the most perfect, gorgeous Spring day that one could imagine. Sadly it was also a day for working which was a bit of an annoyance but it was the most perfect reminder of the Spring that is to come. When I got home, the kids of the neighbours on the other side (ie. not Beavis’n’Butthead – who incidentally woke Emma up at 2.30 as they noisily left in two cars) were having a barbeque and party. From the moment I got home I knew that there was something funny up…
I sat in the garden for a bit and wrote a couple of pages to Mr Tumnal – a man who has curiously joined the ranks of the FaceBookers – before we pottered in the garden and had our dinner. By which time, all the cats except for Bella had come in and had their dinner. I tried callng but to no avail, and just before 9 o’clock I headed out for a preambulation around the estate in search of a missing cat. I found her, Bella, as bold as ever in her usual place in a bush out by the ringroad. I had to call Emma for backup and together we coaxed her home. I had hoped that she had lost the habit but it seems to be a Spring and Summer thing, and I fear that this might be only the first cat retrieval of the season.
I can’t help thinking that the hullabaloos, making the nacket that they were, were in part to blame for Bella getting scared and going off. B**st**ds!
