“Thanks so much for looking after our house for six weeks while we toured Europe. Were there any expenses?”
It was our pleasure. We enjoyed it very much. The only expense incurred was the cat. We didn’t mind the cost of the daily food. It was a pleasure to have the cat about. But it scratched the legs of your chairs I’m afraid. We would’ve got them fixed, but we presumed some of the scratches were old.
Of course we didn’t know its name, but we called it Summer Shandy – because it was all sunshine and bubbled like a mixture of beer and lemonade! We fell in love with it!!
The expense was when it took ill and we had to take it to the vet. It cost over $300 I’m afraid. And then comes the wretched bit: sad to say we had to have it put down. So all in all, it will cost you nearly $400.
“But we didn’t have a cat.”
To listen to the story being read click HERE!
Even though my mum lost her cat to a careless ‘catsitter’ (when I was a child) the punchline of this made me laugh aloud!
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I’m glad (despite the past tragedy) to have cheered your day!
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Classic, Bruce, and exactly how a cat would behave!
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Thanks – a valued compliment from the Cat Expert!
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The purrfect response!
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When I was a child, a cat that belonged to a woman down the street, picked up and moved 8 or ten blocks away to live with another family for two years. Eventually it came back, but it set me wise to the loyalties of cats…This was pretty funny. I bet there was a trade off in the end; forgiving the damages for not paying the crazy vet bill…
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They are so independently loyal!
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The Case of the Enchanting Cat Burglar….
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You could write an entire collection of poems about cats and they could set it to music for Broadway. Ooops! I think Eliot did it already!
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As revered as Eliot was for his “serious” poetry in the twentieth century, I think the one work which people will still read in future will be his “Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats.”
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You’re probably right – I find him far too obtuse… I like the occasional line and the rest of it I don’t have a clue what he’s going on about. But that’s me! I much prefer a Yeats or a Jobin or ….
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That’s me too. 🙂
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“Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool. ” – Prufrock
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I saw that coming! I’ve never had a cat leave home, but I’ve had a couple arrive and determinedly set about being allowed to stay – I think they know a sucker when they meet one!
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My cat found me – it came as a fairly small kitten and never went away. That’s it in the photo.
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It knew you could recognize the beautiful.
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Meow – or to put it more beautifully – miaow!
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I thought so, that it was your cat.
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We once had a stray cat come and give birth to her babies under our deck. We found homes for the kittens, but let the mother hang around. Eventually, we had her spayed and her name was “Mama Cat”. She was a kind of empress of all she surveyed.
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An Empress is a good description of many a cat! I can’t remember a single cat we had when I was a kid – although I know we had them. They never really impinged upon my mind…
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I can relate to that. My maternal grandmother was a true cat lady, but as a child I wasn’t interested in them,I always kind of ignored what they were about..and she did horrible things like drowning unwanted kittens. I thought of cats as the aloof mysterious friends of weird old ladies. I always was more of a “dog person.” Until my mother died and left two cats who had nowhere to go (my Dad had no use for cats) and so I adopted the cats. I learned to love them. When they died, the house felt like it needed a cat, so I adopted one…and then another.
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They are cat-kin! (Catkin being one of my favourite sounding words!)
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Ah, serendipitously we once had a similar situation and our mother cat was called ‘Mother Cat’ 🙂
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Too bad you and I live too far apart to go out and have a drink together….I suspect we’d have lots of serendipitous tales to swap! 🙂
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Yes, I think so too! We just have to hang in for the ‘Beam me up Scottie’ era to arrive 🙂
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Don’t you mean “Bean me up a scotch”?
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You both drink to start with!
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They’ll have that little urn of ashes on the mantelpiece to remind them of their non-cat.
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Especially if they didn’t have a mantelpiece!
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Now, now! Someone find them a hansom for 221B Baker Street!
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I see where Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Is on the boil!
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We tried to leave a stray cat in Soho when we moved from there. It was first in the van and didn’t emerge until we arrived at Streatham. It took to sitting on our neighbour’s windowsill. She loved it. When we moved to Newark it stayed on the windowsill
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Our cat when we moved wouldn’t go into the cat carrier box. She went and sat on the inside dashboard of the car and looked through the front window for the 7 hour journey to our new place.
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That’s a great one.
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I feared the cat would come to a sticky end, but I guess it found a good home for its last hurrah!
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