Out of Season

Well, this is unseasonably early for me to be up and blipping.

How can i recount the events of the day when the day is but half done?

Fortunately i can spout nonsense at anytime of the day or night with little encouragement..so i shall.

We know, when the cat takes an indecent interest in the back of a piece of furniture or the dark nooks and crannies of the house, that they have mislaid one of their furry friends.

The concern today was that the cat was looking longingly at the fire basket, and imagine the look on the current Mrs Richardson's face when, later this evening while she is busily stoking and tending the fire, a burning blob of coal with legs and a tail comes screaming out of the fire and runs along the carpet, before finally exploding like a hairy unpricked sausage on the rug!

After lots of looking, dragging out of fire baskets,lifting up log buckets and coal scuttles, the human spotted the cunning hiding place chosen by the rodent and of course, by this time both the cats had wandered off in search of more interesting prey. (yes, i saved it and it fled,covered in coal dust but otherwise hearty!)

Night all

The Almighty