Plan D

Plans A, B and C were scuppered, but Plan D works.


Got some sad news today.


Mr Perkins was sitting on the windowsill looking out when there was a commotion of voices and rapping on the window. Mr Perkins was frightened and jumped down; I saw a glimpse of a boy’s face through the blinds. I was furious: how dare some boy frighten an animal like that?

I went to the front door and shouted after him and his friend. He had the decency to say sorry, so I left it at that.

Then I consoled Mr Perkins with a cuddle better and a sweetie stick that he guzzled down almost too quickly. He sat on the chair beside me afterwards, and hasn’t been back on the windowsill since.