A Beautiful Sylvio Boy
She worked so hard today at some writing that might sort a few things out.
Ah and She felt it might after talking about it all with Alan and Col earlier this evening.
She came back late, a warm half moon lighted night, but She left some doors ajar and several of the little ones slipped out.
She's now recently talked to most of the neighbours and has explained that she has the nourishing food here and not too many biscuits here please on account of possible later kidney damage and kind friends are saying they will look out for these Special Ones.
We have the fresh food as the biggest part of the diet and well, look at little Princess, she's not too bad for a cat her age.
Too many of the bikkies are OK for a bit of breakfast, but not too many in the long term.
Princess isn't going to Jos's place too much now.
Scrap, who is in indignation about More Cats! ( We have Aphex from next door as well as one Princess), has moved across the road to flirt with Jos and Col and Mick. She's a sweetie, little Scrap. I tried to explain to her, I even held my hand out for her to scratch if she liked and she did.
Poor hands.
Tonight, exhausted after a full day at the computer in which I tried some Fine Writing, I came home after my break at the Pub so tired and I left some doors ajar. I'm even tireder right now because I just came inside after trawling outside with the torch.
Stanley said he wanted to stay outside and be a hunter. Bally is outside too. All the others came inside to my coaxing, little darlings.
One little one has me worried, one Sylvio...
After a very long stint on Computer and satisfying writing, this afternoon, I went to the Front Verandah.
Sylvio across the road, saw me with delight and rushed to meet.
That speeding car screeched to a halt and only just missed him and She is not yet recovered.
Yes, She's met most of the neighbours, good folk, good big back yards.
I, She spells out that even if they are accidents, She has very lovely little pussy cats.
I've now put out the word that if anyone would like a highly intelligent light hearted little silver mackerell tabby who is desexed and immunised and microchipped, that if they live in a casual place without too many cars and desire a small companion, why this one has so far only risked two of his little precious lives.
Sylvio is a beautiful boy.
Oh, Oh, both Scrap and Princess mind their journeys across the road. Sylvio sees She and he runs without thought and O dear one, No.
I held him tight, I said to him, you aren't allowed to be run over.
This time though, he was scared, his little heart beat fast!
Dear God from whom he is descended, Please Protect him!
