Blog: Tally Ho!

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Blimey. You find me a bit SHAKEN and STUNNED by NATURE... allow me to explain: I'm Home Alone all week this week, as The Grass In My Lawn and our mutual Landlady are off in Majorca on holiday, leaving me in charge of the house and our three cats. Last time I managed to persuade myself that one of said cats had been KILLED somehow and had a miserable time, after she didn't show up for two days (or at least not while I was home anyway). Surely everything would be calm and easy this time around, right?

Well, the first eleven and a half hours of my stewardship passed pretty quietly. However, I was... er... buidling Spreadsheets upstairs just now (and NOT playing Warcraft, whatever anyone says) when I heard a MASSIVE RACKET coming from the hallway - there was SCREACHING there was HISSING and there was... growling? I dashed downstairs, passed by Scraggs (youngest of our three, also timid) going the other way. At the foot of the stairs was Charlie (her mum, and markedly LESS timid) facing off against a Fox Cub! Faced with a cat like Charlie, the cub was TERRIFIED (indeed, it left me some physical evidence of its fear), and in between barks and growls was leaping halfway up the WALL trying to get out through the front door.

I took a second to assess the situation, and did the obvious logical thing. I got changed into some strange trousers, put a silly hat on, rounded up fifteen of my slightly too-close relations, got us all on horse back, found some dogs, and chased around Leytonstone after it blowing a horn.

OK, I carried Charlie into the spare room and shut the door so the cub could RUN for it out of the open back door from whence it came, but still. It was all EXTREMELY exciting, especially as I'd just been watching Jurassic Park II, where the T-Rex CRASHES through San Diego looking for its baby, and I had visions of twenty foot tall FOXES invading my kitchen. With the crisis averted I closed the back door, put some food out on clean, non-fox scoffed-off plates, and went to debrief my PRIDE. We'd All Done Very Well.

I hope it's not going to be like this all week...

posted 5/6/2004 by MJ Hibbett

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