Animal Antics Part 2

Scottish Charity Number: SCO40701

COOK – INN Musselburgh operating in Edinburgh & East Lothian

                                                              24th February 2019

Animal Antics, part 2:                                              33 Households fed today!

This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is Barmey.jpg

Sunday morning came again, and Janine awoke to the dulcet howls of the world’s greatest feline detective. She got up and trailed sleepily into the living room, to be met by twin mewls from a pair of hungry faces, which looked up at her hopefully whilst surrounded by the mess they had conspired to make in the night. Moving a pile of cushions off the floor (which she’d last seen arranged in relative neatness on the sofa), she sat down next to the ottoman and located two clean food bowls from the stack nearby.

 As she fed Romes ‘gourmet fish’, and his brother ‘gourmet chicken’ – mainly to keep him away from Romy’s food bowl long enough for the little detective to finish – she remembered that today was ‘Cook-Inn’ day.

‘Food collections today’, she mused to the cats, and Sherlock Romes pricked up his ears. He’d been keeping a silent count of the days, but it was nice to have his theories confirmed once in a while. He allowed himself a quick smirk of satisfaction as he tucked into the fresh food in his bowl.

After Janine had gone to get ready for the day, Sherlock mooched over to his brother, who was by now finishing up the last of Romy’s own, fishy bowl. Sherlock only ever ate a little at a time, the better to receive a good variety of foods. The detective paused, regretting the upcoming deception he was going to have to enter into. Still, he consoled himself silently; it was all in a good cause.

‘Reiver’. He whispered, coming up close to his brother’s ear to make sure he heard. ‘I bet you’re too heavy to climb up that cupboard’.

Reiver was so surprised at this cheek that he stopped eating for a whole second! ‘I can climb anything’, he said between mouthfuls, ‘…anytime, anywhere’.

Romes shook his head, knowing perfectly well that Reiver couldn’t and meaning for his brother to know this as well. ‘I’m going to show you how it’s done’. He said, baiting the larger cat by letting Reive see him heading for the cupboard in question. Little did Reiver suspect that there was something in the offending piece of furniture which the diminutive detective needed. Reiver, as Sherlock had predicted, was ever eager to prove himself  – and ‘braun’ in general – more capable than ‘brains’ in any given situation.

Blundering past his tiny brother, and in the process flinging him carelessly at the nearest wall, the rotund, 12yr old ‘kitten’ raced grumpily up to the cupboard. A thump sounded as the poor, wooden unit – assailed by a small, monochrome juggernaut – rocked on its stumps. Something big inside it fell against the still-closed doors. Reiver scrabbled desperately at the smooth surface but eventually gained a foothold, knocking the landline handset onto the floor – which drove a wedge between one door and the floor as the cabinet began to tilt. Instantly a red folder fell out of one side, onto the carpet. Pages with loose, handwritten notes spilled out from inside. Sherlock Romes, watching all this carefully from a safe distance on the top of the sofa, nodded to himself in satisfaction; his spatial awareness was as sharp as ever. He’d calculated that the handset could open a hole just big enough for the folder’s egress.

The cupboard groaned as it settled into a diagonal inclination. Romes nipped in to grab the folder with his mouth before everything came crashing down on him.

‘Whoaaargh’! Yelled Reiver, as he reached a point just above the cupboard’s centre of gravity and it began in earnest to topple over. Reiver tried to climb onto its back so as to remain at the top of the descending pile. Sherlock tried to stifle a laugh; his brother could be very funny, in a slapstick kind of way.

Janine came rushing into the living room and put both hands on the cupboard, righting it and causing Reive to topple the other way, springing off of the wooden surface and bouncing haphazardly into the small bedroom. A deeper yell came as Duncan, still asleep in bed and all unsuspecting, broke Reive’s fall. The heavy and clumsy cat came down right on Duncan’s head, mumbling ‘Thanks’ as an afterthought while he scooted out of the room before Duncan could think of defending himself.

‘What was that all in aid of’? Janine asked the black & white animal’s confused but hopeful face. Reiver had the cheek to mewl for seconds.

Romes, sorry for the early morning violence but triumphant in his acquisition, carefully hid the folder amongst some ‘Cook-Inn’ papers, just behind a pile of sturdy plastic bags lined up for transport to Granton Church. His part in this was over; now it was up to the Animal Investigators.

God bless, all – tune in next week for the final part! -Janine & the cats. xx


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *