News, as we get it.
So, Sunday, Molly had not been missing for long, and all cats do that from time to time, just go a wandering, so we went for a walk around the neighbourhood, or along the track at the end of our street, across some fields, along a couple of lanes, a walk through a wood and back across the fields and back home in an hour. Not bad.
It was good, I saw few butterflies, but to be in the English countryside, a riot of greens, golds and reds is wonderful enough. we wave to various horses and cows who think, quite rightly, who are those freaks?
Back home we have lunch, and I notice a friend is leading a historical walk round the outside of Dover Castle that very afternoon. Sounds good, we respond via Facebook. My old boss sees my post and says he and his wife are coming down to Dover for the walk too!
We quickly visit Tesco, rather than do it on a weekday evening, and get all we need for the week, including seed encrusted rolls for Sunday lunch.
And back out again at half one to meet up at the ruin of St James's Church for the walk.
We follow my friends Paul and Jeff for a bit, then we stop and listen to jeff talk. Walk a bit further and Jeff talks some more. And so on for over two hours at which point we have climbed to beside the castle and arrive at the Bleriot Memorial. Jeff tells us that he has made arrangements with English Heritage that we can walk down into the town through the castle. For free.
This we do, where we stop at the world's most unhelpful ice cream kiosk, where they have:
No change.
No cones.
No tubs.
No siree.
We sit on the grass and watch children batter each other with wooden swords bought from the castle shop. It's interactive education!
We walk down through the castle, out through the traffic gate and down the hill and back to the car. Three hours, some exercise and lots of photographs and snaps of Chalkhill Blues too.
4 comments:
As a fellow cat owner and lover as well as caretaker to a colony of ferals I feel your pain and worry for Molly.
After losing two of the ferals in quick succession late last year I always fret and worry the first day a cat which is normally at the colony doesn't appear. Just like today when Shadow was absent. And he's quite the regular.
I'll be keeping her in my thoughts and wishing for the quick return to tiny kitten paws.
We were woken up at four this morning by what we both thought was Molly's meow. It seems Mulder can do a passable impretion of her. If you were to say to a non-cat person that you can a cat by its meow, I'm sure that they would not believe me. But there you go.
Sleep was impossible, and I ended up driving Jools to work at 5:15 and me heading to the office at 6:15.
And, as yet, no Molly.
This is the second time we have both heard her call, and yet both mistaken.
Very odd.
Molly has returned. Kinda.
Jools went out, and I heard her meow. I mean no doubt about it and it was in the house. So, I searched and she was under the wardrobe in the spare bedroom, but spooked.
I take her food and water, close the door to call Jools with the news. When I go back, she bolts out the door and out of the house like the demons of hell were on her tail.
She has eaten, and hopefully will be back. But what does it all mean?
I fully know the recognizing them by meow thing. They have individual voices as well as tell-tale 'words'.
Maybe she was in the house when you both thought you heard her, but didn't know she was hiding someplace?
Is it possible she was trapped somewhere in the house and this freaked her out, thus her quick exit?
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