...Er, um, Hello!

My name is Augustus. I have parents. Sometimes life can be difficult. I possess the great skill of being able to charm the socks off of anyone who chances to spot me, a rare occurrence indeed. [The spotting, that is; not the charming!]
However, for you, Dear Reader, I am prepared to divulge my deepest thoughts and perspective of the world, mostly because if I don't tell somebody what is going on around here, I am going to pop!
But be warned, proceed with caution: Living with Mummy and Dad can be rather harrowing at times...

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Wanderer Extraordinaire

Guess who came home last night, after two very worrisome days?
Mummy went out last night to give the outdoor cats their midnight snack when who should come flying around the corner - making a distinctive beeline for the door - but TIPPY!
And do you think she even spoke to Mummy or me or anyone else as she sailed past the frame?

NO. Not a word.

Instead, after carousing for two days amongst deck cats and coyotes and lions and bird and other vicious creatures, Tippy calmly nibbled some crunchies and insisted that we NOT inspect her, moving and rearranging herself to avoid our inquisition while still enjoying her meal.

How rude!

 I mean to say, if you are going to disappear mysteriously for days then remain absent without explanation, what is the point of coming home? And if you aren’t going to reveal your secrets after coming home, it is only fair to let us cats do what we do best – Detect!

That’s right – we are all charter members of the Nosy Parker Detective Agency, and we know when something needs detecting. Tippy had been places and done things that only we cats could discover, using our great detecting skills to cultivate answers.

As previously mentioned, Tippy refused to let us do our job but we were equally insistent. We sniffed and touched noses and inspected up close, craning our necks and turning as necessary to get the full details despite her attempts at putting us off. We finally learned the full truth and felt sufficiently satiated to give her some space.

Of course, our professional work requires discretion so we are not at liberty to divulge where Tippy went or what she did on the nights in question – we can’t even tell Mummy (it would upset her, anyway, so it is probably for the best).

Mummy is so happy to see Tippy returned safely home that she doesn't seem too interested in her latent activities anyway. Suffice it to say that every time Mummy has opened the door today, Tippy has run the opposite direction.

And let that be a lesson to her, say I!

1 comment:

  1. I am truly happy for you, Gussie! Now you don't have to worry. I am glad your Mummy is happy, too. She didn't need to lose any one of you.