2.30AM. I am woken suddenly by unfamiliar noises downstairs. The streetlight filtering through the curtain shows Cheddar sitting, back rigid, staring wide-eyed towards the door. He has heard it too. I sit up. I can hear thudding noises, the sofa creaking, and then the sound of cardboard boxes being dragged across the timber floor. We are being robbed. I slide out of bed and consider arming myself, but nothing useful is in sight. I head for the stairs. Wincing as the rickety timber stairs groan under my step, I finally reach the bottom… to find our elderly, frail, 3.7kg cat dashing around the lounge room apace, trying to break the land-speed record for the route from an empty Ikea box, to the sofa, to the empty ebay box. I have interrupted his game. He stops, turns to me and manically yells ‘MIEOW!’ (Trans: ‘Go back to bed!’). I do.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 06:31:31 +0000
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