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Animal Antics’, part 1

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COOK – INN Musselburgh operating in Edinburgh & East Lothian

                                                            17th February 2019.

‘Animal Antics’, Part 1

After the Animal Investigators had set him up a few weeks ago with a weekly ‘Cook-Inn’ soup and veg bag, Eugene the pixie found that he had no appetite anymore for dog food. This pleased Dane, the big rescue dog who lived at the end of the street. Readers will remember that it had been Eugene who’d been caught nicking that dog’s food, culminating in the Investigators setting him up with food deliveries to his own home. Being that, to Eugene, ‘home’ was a manhole with a big tree root stuck in it, he would have to come out of his hole in daylight every week to collect it from the garden of No.9.

This was proving to be a risky business for a pixie who didn’t want to be discovered by humans. Thus, he decided to enlist the help of his very first friends.

Eugene waited until he saw the great, black tom with the unfortunate name, Misty, stalking a rodent in the back garden of No.9. He waved a piece of butternut squash at the rodent, enticing it over to his manhole. It scrabbled at the cover and Eugene pulled it in, letting it eat the squash because it was helping him. Misty angrily snuffled around the edges of the manhole, wondering where the mouse had gotten to. Suddenly, Eugene sprang up from underneath, startling the tom and causing him to fall back into a decidedly muddy puddle. Coughing and spluttering, hearing the guffaws of laughter from his ‘wife’ Marley in the background, he hissed at the little pixie. ‘What do you think you’re doing’?

Eugene, trying not to ruin his chances by giggling, put on his best begging face. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, Misty. I just needed the help of a cat-of-the-world’.

Mollified somewhat by the pixie’s ingratiating words, Misty stood up, squelched his way out of the puddle and enquired as to how he could be of service. Thinking sadly about what effect Misty’s muddy paws were going to have on his little carpet, Eugene ducked under the manhole cover and lifted it up for Misty to enter. The mouse, sensing he had worn out his welcome, scuffled hastily off unnoticed in the direction of the nearest tree.

Misty, never a small cat, nearly filled the space under the manhole cover with his huge, black bulk. Eugene, squished up against one wall next to a patch of green slime, tried to ignore it whilst reminding his friend that he didn’t want to be seen by humans. He also mentioned that he’d noticed some herbs growing roundabout that he’d like to try in his veggie cooking. Misty thought for a while, but in truth he was not the brains of the outfit. He knew he would have to enlist the help once again of that great feline detective, Sherlock Romes.

Later, the Animal Investigators all crowded round the phone. Morris dialled Sherlock’s number helpfully with her tiny paws; but when the answer came, the timid kittie fell off the table, landing on Barney the Staffie and causing him to ‘ruff’ at her in quite an annoyed fashion. Sherlock’s terse ‘mew’ from the other end of the phone told them that he felt he was far too old to be pranked by young pups. Daisy, a bengal cat who was never backward in coming forward, took over the conversation and explained their problem.

After thinking for a wee while, Romes asked; ‘Do any of you have a torch’?

Misty answered in the affirmative, taking it out of the voluminous, black folds of his fur and holding it up for the others to see. ‘You still need to lose weight’ whispered Marley from behind him. ‘You could store an elephant in there’!

Ignoring the sound of Misty trying to nip at Marley’s retreating heels, Romes suggested loaning it to the little pixie, so he could go out at nights to pick herbs. But Archie, usually a quiet cat, spoke up from the background. ‘I’m scared he’ll try and eat something he shouldn’t. He’s only young, and he doesn’t really know one plant from another’. Archie had seen a feline friend taken to the vet once, after incautiously imbibing a little of his neighbour’s daylily. Kittens learned fast that lilies (and all members of the onion family) are poisonous to cats; but some youngsters never listened. Sherlock paused to think a little longer.

Eventually he sighed, and suggested a little sleight of hand. The animals all gasped their appreciation of his cunning plan…

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Tune in next week, Food Fanciers, to find out what Sherlock has in mind!

33 households were fed today by our intrepid crew. Many thanks, as ever, to Morrison’s in Piersfield, and their lovely Community Champion, Gillian. Also to the stalwart team of ‘Cook-Inn’ volunteers.

Much love to all, and God Bless;     Janine and the cats, (Sherlock) Romes and Reiver.

‘Cook-Inn’ Helpline; 07531 436 389.Website: www.cook-inn.co.uk.

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