My weekend was hectic, a complete social whirl. I broke into a trot on the stairs to draw their attention to my need to go outside, made a little easier by gravity. Indeed, I had to slow up a little before I collided with our front door. OK, so she wants a pug, but a facial collision would hardly facilitate such change.
And I was delighted, charmed and a little out of breath to discover my new neighbour awaited me at the bottom of my outdoor steps. A leonine vision, in possession of a foxy and bushy tail, a dark stripe down the back and a sort of permanent smile around the whiskers, this new neighbour is a dream kit. We sat together for some time, (I tried to draw in my girth a tad,) we ate a little grass together, s/he peed on the soil and I looked the other way, I let s/he go up my stairs and inspect the backdoor, I am smitten!
But you know how it is, a very, very large bird flew scarily low overhead, and I felt it best to sit quietly and safely under the bike cover. Ah yes, just the place on a hot summer's day. Meanwhile, 'Aslan' as I shall call her/him disappeared alluringly through the hole in our fence.
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