COOK – INN
Musselburgh operating in Edinburgh & East Lothian
24th February 2019
Animal Antics, part 2: 33 Households fed today!
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
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.
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.
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’.
so surprised at this cheek that he stopped eating for a whole second! ‘I can
climb anything’, he said between mouthfuls, ‘…anytime, anywhere’.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
that all in aid of’? Janine asked the black & white animal’s confused but
hopeful face. Reiver had the cheek to mewl for seconds.
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.
all – tune in next week for the final part! -Janine & the cats. xx