It was a cloudy morning in Granton.
The two older cats, Misty and Marley, sat at the window looking out at the
world. Behind the animals, their tails were intertwined just like two humans
holding hands. They had been together long enough to forgive each other all the
things they knew their spouse couldn’t help.
Marley, unusually for a cat, had no
sense of direction. If she was going somewhere she hadn’t visited ten times
already, she’d get lost. Misty often had to go and find her. Misty, for his
part, was a big animal who liked his food. He would regularly eat more than his
share from out of their communal bowls, but he seemed these days to lack the
ability to catch prey with which to recompense the other cats in the household.
He always said the younger mice were too swift for him. Whenever a cheeky
rodent upset one of their hosts by coming into the house, it was always Marley
who would catch it and kill it for them. She would leave it out as an anonymous
gift for the offended person. Marley didn’t want the humans to think her
husband wasn’t able to pull his own considerable weight.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have a
holiday”? suggested Misty, who liked adventures almost as much as he
appreciated snaffling other people’s food. Marley purred her agreement.
“A second honeymoon” she
mused. Their first adventure together, as young cats, had seen them arrive in
Granton from Elsewhere; from there, they had been adopted by Fred and Linda.
Technically, the cats were still on holiday; they had simply never gone back
home. Marley didn’t mention this fact because she liked the way her husband was
thinking. A rumbling noise from outside told them that Duncan and Dave had
arrived with the weekly ‘Cook-Inn’ run, ready for delivery by the humans; it
was Dave’s splendid motorbike which had first alerted them.
Misty started to grin; “I have
an idea” he said. Marley, catching on, followed him happily out into the
garden. Once there, the cats put on an air of feigned innocence as they brushed
past the ‘Cook-Inn’ volunteers, heading for the bike.
And what a bike it was! Sleek and
black and lovely (like Misty himself used to be, mused Marley ruefully).
Streamlined enough to pick up speed quickly, but possessed of considerable
storage space as well. This truly was a transport of delights!
Checking they were unobserved, Marley
picked the lock mechanisms on the generous rear panniers. She settled herself down
in one, next to Dave’s shopping; while Misty shoehorned himself into the other,
empty pannier. In this way the weight on the back of the bike was distributed
more evenly. A good sense of balance like this is why cats usually land on
their feet. Very soon Dave and Duncan returned, suspecting nothing. Duncan got
into his little Polo, whilst Dave started up the bike.
A few more deliveries followed, while
the two excited cats tried to remain quiet in their respective cramped spaces. After
an hour or so, they felt the bike pick up speed and realised their true journey
had begun! Soon, the cooler air of evening began to blow through the tiny holes
along the pannier edges. The cats felt Dave pull in and park up the bike,
climbing off to greet his lovely wife, Mel at the door to his house.
Marley picked her own lock again and
sprang out gracefully like, well, a cat. Misty’s larger claw broke in the lock
and he let out a disgruntled mewl as his wife hared over to him to let him out.
She dragged him down hurriedly onto the grass verge as the hugging humans
turned around to see what the disturbance had been.
“Did you hear a funny noise from
the bike just then”? Mel asked her husband.
“Not just then” Dave mused;
“but a funny thing was that, when I turned the engine off, I swear I could
still hear it purring”.
Good evening to all our readers! Nice
to see you back again. 🙂
30 bags were delivered today, to our
referred homes and to one hostel. These contained fruit, veg and various bready
things which we had been kindly donated by ASDA, Tesco and Morrison’s. The attached
images are part of this week’s food deliveries.
Special diets and, where possible,
personal preferences were catered for whenever we have been informed about
them. Much love and thanks to Feston, Clive, Dave and my lovely husband Duncan
for coming with me once more, and performing the duties of ‘Cook-Inn’. Without
our stalwart volunteers the work would never get done.
Have a good week, and see us next
time for part 2…
God bless, all.
Janine, Duncan and the irrepressibly
gorgeous cat, Reiver. xx