Looking for Fluffy is not an easy task. It
has to be planned, organised. Something like a Geo hunt, but this time no-one
leaves a message in a box and there are no directions. You have to walk like a
feline and think like a feline.
Blind felines are not easy to find if unleashed, as they do not know where they are going. It is more luck than judgement, but it can be done as Mr. Swiss and I have often proved.
It was time for the evening meal on the porch. The table was set, the food ready (luckily a cold meal).
“Where’s Fluffy?”
“Outside fastened to his post on his lead”
“Errrr….. I let him in”
“And you didn’t shut the window”
“OK, I will go and search.”
I will not go into details who did what but I was the one who went searching. Grabbed my mobile and the cat lead and I was off. No Fluffy to be seen. Ask the first neighbour comfortably seated in the garden eating with her husband.
“Have you seen a small white cat. He is blind.”
Answer: “No, but will let you know if we see him.”
On the search I passed the neighbour’s across the way, who were also sitting outside. They saw me but ignored me. They do not talk to anyone, but they saw me walk pass twice. In the meanwhile Mr. Swiss was also part of the search party, but no Fluffy. I saw Nera and Tabby, my other two felines. I asked them if they had seen Fluffy, but they just kept on walking. Remind me to strike their tuna ration this week.
After ten minutes my mobile rang. It was Mr. Swiss. At the same time I saw Mr. Swiss trying to hold a writhing white curly furred feline who goes by the name of Fluffy.
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Blind felines are not easy to find if unleashed, as they do not know where they are going. It is more luck than judgement, but it can be done as Mr. Swiss and I have often proved.
It was time for the evening meal on the porch. The table was set, the food ready (luckily a cold meal).
“Where’s Fluffy?”
“Outside fastened to his post on his lead”
“Errrr….. I let him in”
“And you didn’t shut the window”
“OK, I will go and search.”
I will not go into details who did what but I was the one who went searching. Grabbed my mobile and the cat lead and I was off. No Fluffy to be seen. Ask the first neighbour comfortably seated in the garden eating with her husband.
“Have you seen a small white cat. He is blind.”
Answer: “No, but will let you know if we see him.”
On the search I passed the neighbour’s across the way, who were also sitting outside. They saw me but ignored me. They do not talk to anyone, but they saw me walk pass twice. In the meanwhile Mr. Swiss was also part of the search party, but no Fluffy. I saw Nera and Tabby, my other two felines. I asked them if they had seen Fluffy, but they just kept on walking. Remind me to strike their tuna ration this week.
After ten minutes my mobile rang. It was Mr. Swiss. At the same time I saw Mr. Swiss trying to hold a writhing white curly furred feline who goes by the name of Fluffy.
