One Good Turn

Coming back from Notso Bigtown yesterday, stocking up after our Irish trip, we found the neighbour’s kitten was sitting outside his front door unable to get back in. I don’t know how it got out or even if it was meant to be out but it was looking fairly miserable, especially when it started bucketing down with rain. Besides, its got the sort of road sense that had it crouching behind the back wheel of our car when the other half got in to drive off, so I thought it would be a good idea if we temporarily catnapped it until the neighbour got home, purely as a neighbourly act and absolutely nothing to do with the fact that it’s rather desperately cute and playful although somewhat too prone to sitting on my computer keyboard when I’m trying to work.

Anyway it came in and had a good nose round, the way any neighbour would the minute they get the chance to have a look next door, and I gave it a saucer of water, and the other half – who doesn’t approve of cats on principle – unbent sufficiently to fashion a rather creepy disembodied hand cat toy out of a glove on a piece of string. And we were just beginning to wonder when exactly the neighbour was planning on coming home when there was an abrupt scuffling sound and we went into the kitchen to find the kitty briskly dispatching a mouse.

You know, the Londoner in me is always a little reticent about getting too cosy with the neighbours. Friendly chats in passing, the loan of a cup of sugar or a pint of milk, or the occasional invitation to pop round for a drink or a meal are all very well, but you don’t want to be stuck with the sort of neighbour who’s always watching your every move, inviting themselves in, never leaving, always there. Unless, of course, that neighbour is a cat who catches mice. That neighbour is definitely welcome to drop round any time.

I might have to revisit the name of my blog though.

9 Responses to One Good Turn

  1. Dom says:

    Cute cat. You may start changing your mind about having a mousing cat as a friend when it starts bringing you ‘presents’ though 🙂

  2. welshcyclist says:

    I’ve always loved cats, we always had one while I was growing up. We had one that was 15 when he died, I was 19 at that stage, and I cried inconsolably on the bus home from the vets, after the decision was made that the kind thing to do was to put him to sleep. There’s been a few since Kitty, all much loved.

  3. Kirsten says:

    A cat that catches mice, wins over the other half, and looks adorable besides? Sounds like a great candidate for future visits.

  4. Jo says:

    If only all guests were polite enough to have a go at reducing the number of vermin 😆

  5. disgruntled says:

    Dom – as long as those presents don’t include baby birds …
    Welshcyclist – that’s sad. We moved around too much to ever have a long-term pet like that but at least we didn’t have to make that call
    Kirsten – yes, it’s definitely invited again
    Jo – so true.

  6. WOL says:

    I hear you, welshcyclist. I’ve had to make that awful decision myself twice now. It’s amazing how a creature that size can leave such a gigantic hole in your life when they go on ahead.

    @disgruntled: I think you may have been adopted.

  7. disgruntled says:

    I think you might be right. It spent yesterday afternoon curled up on a chair napping…

  8. WOL says:

    I think they get posted, like soldiers. The great cat god in the sky hands them their marching orders, and they report for duty. Resistance is futile.

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