The young couple next door recently acquired 2 young cats
from the local shelter. They are not
allowed out as they haven’t been spayed yet, and one of them is on heat. Onheat wanders the house yowling loud enough
to be heard through the shared wall, trying to flirt with our Felix through the
double glazing (an utter waste of time but she’s not to know) and desperate to
be out.
Late this afternoon I noticed the lady from the last house
across the road going up next door’s path.
Some minutes later she came to my gate so I went out to meet her …
“Do you know your neighbours at all?” she asked “It’s just that one of their cats has got out
of the bedroom window onto the top of the bay underneath and I think she’s
going to try and jump on to the porch.
And I think the other might follow her.”
So I went next door with her to find a rather Egyptian
looking tabby glaring at us from the top of the porch. Had she jumped down there was a distinct
possibility that she’d hurt herself. Not
to mention running off and finding an intact tom to play with
“I’ve tried ringing the door bell but there’s no answer”
said Mrs Lasthouse “Their car is here though.
Do you know if they’re in?”
“Well I’ve got a spare key, maybe I could go in and entice
her back in through the window?” I said rather dubiously.
“I’ve got my ladders out” says Mrs Lasthouse “Maybe she’d
climb down a ladder. My cat does. Then we could put her back in.”
At this point Felix slipped through the hedge and started
disporting himself on the doormat.
So she went and fetched the ladder. I picked up Felix and shut him in the
kitchen. Gave a quick yoo-hoo over the
fence to check there was no-one in next door’s back garden and fetched the key
and a box of munchies.
Just as we were about to put the ladder up the hall door
opened and Ms Youngcouple appeared flustered and in a bath robe.
“That’ll teach us to have a bath and leave the bedroom
window open” she said as Mr Youngcouple appeared at the upstairs window, in a
bathrobe, and Onheat slunk back in again.
Mrs Lasthouse and I gave her a smile, and each other an old
fashioned look, and managed to make it back to the pavement without giggling.
Well – it has been a very hot and sticky day.
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