So there we were, Tigger and me, enjoying our Sunday afternoon Easy in the summerhouse with the Staff aka TheAffiliateTypist and all of a sudden the StaffakaTAT murmured something and slowly hauled her ageing bod up from her lowly seat!
As she is now tugging urgently at my whiskers, I shall have to hand over to her for the rest of the story!
Psssst! Come closer! It was a lovely sunny afternoon. The birds were singing, the dogs were barking, the lawn mowers were mowing, the kids were screaming, almost drowning out the sound of the jet fighters from RAF Valley roaring overhead. In fact it was a typical summer's day. I looked up from my book and smiled to myself as I glanced at Austin on one chair and Tigger on the other with me perched precariously on the poof reading my kindle!
The word "idyllic" came to mind. During a lull, as my gaze drifted over the bucolic scene outside, it was suddenly transfixed! "Hello" I said. "Where have you come from?"
(apologies as I had to slightly overexpose the pictures)
She (for I am sure it was a she) was walking towards me while I was talking gently to her. We were connecting, I just felt it!
And then, I heard Austin behind me meowing his displeasure that I'd moved outside without his permission. But he hadn't seen her as he wound himself around my legs trying to herd me back inside. I said "Austin, do you not want to invite our guest in for a ....... UH OH!"
He'd seen her! He suddenly morphed from a loving gentle floofy kitty into a mean and mighty hunter and protector all bristling whiskers and bottle brush tail!
"Austin" I said feebly. "Don't ......... "
It was too late! A blood-curdling scream that was Stephen King meets Edvard Munch filled the air as Austin hurled himself at the Siamese. At this terrible sound, Tigger (and probably half the village) woke up! He stumbled outside and heaved his bulk onto the wall. "Errrr, Um ....?"
The earth tilted on its axis and the anticlimactic aftershock was felt as far away as Llandudno! The Siamese cocked her snook and pitter patted away!
The boys live to nap another day. I do hope the little Siamese comes back, though!
idyllic - the lick that is ideal