(This is the Online column, written for The Southland Times)
This week’s column is a bit disjointed, and I blame it all on the cat.
I woke up last Thursday morning to find Seymour the wonder cat in his usual position, asleep on the end of the bed.
However, in a new twist, he had beside him a little pile of feathers.
Since then, I’ve found collections of feathers in random places (in my wardrobe, on the bench and in the bath) but as yet haven’t managed to find whatever it was that used to be attached to said feathers.
That whole situation has proved a bit distracting, as I check every pair of shoes before putting them on and inspect every handbag before use, searching for the remains of some poor wee birdie that met its demise at the hands (or paws) of Seymour.
Even now, he’s sitting beside me with a not-so-innocent look on his furry little face, as if he’s mocking me because he knows where the body is hidden.
I thought I’d hit paydirt yesterday morning when I felt something small and a bit squishy underfoot as I got out of bed – but no, it was actually one of his catnip toys. I’m not sure if I was relieved that it wasn’t a dead critter or disappointed that the mystery of the feathers wasn’t solved.
Since I know our assistant editor is so fond of cat stories (hi Steve), here’s a talking cats video.