(As an aside, my in-laws gently chided [aka full on nagged] me for shirking my blog responsibilities – so I thought I’d best put finger to keyboard and write something. The fact that they already know everything I’m about to write is tough – they can read it all again)
Saturday night Gymmie decided he was tired of having 7 lives left, and figured he’d take a walk on the wild side and lose another one. We live on a very busy road with cars hurtling down at break neck speed most of the time. We’d decided to invite a few friends round for a braai and were happily chatting, quaffing and generally ejoying ourselves when there was a screech of brakes and a very loud thud. Next moment a cat streaks across the garden almost at the speed of light and disappears. We all thought the car had either hit another car or a pedestrian, it was only when the woman from across the road came over to ask if I’d seen my cat that it dawned on me the thud we’d heard was Gymmie. ‘Course we couldn’t find him, which then led to much snot and trane on my part. Eventually he surfaced, limping slightly and looking decidedly sorry for himself. There doesn’t seem to be any obvious damage and the fact that he was once more chasing after Bagheera at 5 this morning must mean something. Fool of a cat.
As for the other one, well she’s had a few adventures of her own, ranging from trying to drown herself in the bath… to deciding our bedroom needed a little bit of additional decorating.
One has to love her though, ‘cos she is so damn cuuuuuuuuuuuute.
And even though they’d like us to believe they hate each other…..
  
They really don’t.