EBC's demise
Someone ringing the doorbell repeatedly at 4.00am this morning, instead of our party-loving neighbours. This aside, our nights are much improved with no more clattering 5 am catfights through the catflap. For the evil black cat, who stared at us insolently through the window, evaded water pistol jets and was unafraid to take on humans too, has gone.
Our neighbour Mark told us EBC had adopted a local house, and moved in with another mild mannered black cat. However EBC's bullying got so bad that its new owners contacted the RSPCA, where a chip was discovered, and it was returned to its original owners after four years, ending Brian's daily battles. Both our cats have noticeably relaxed.
Lorraine and I had a large breakfast, watching a documentary about Peter Gabriel from the comfort of the gold sofa. Lorraine has a bad cold, and I had a sore throat and felt wan, perhaps rather exhausted after doing the Bangram style canter so much the day before. A lovely roast dinner, before sloping in an early fashion to bed.
Our neighbour Mark told us EBC had adopted a local house, and moved in with another mild mannered black cat. However EBC's bullying got so bad that its new owners contacted the RSPCA, where a chip was discovered, and it was returned to its original owners after four years, ending Brian's daily battles. Both our cats have noticeably relaxed.
Lorraine and I had a large breakfast, watching a documentary about Peter Gabriel from the comfort of the gold sofa. Lorraine has a bad cold, and I had a sore throat and felt wan, perhaps rather exhausted after doing the Bangram style canter so much the day before. A lovely roast dinner, before sloping in an early fashion to bed.
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