Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
Earlier posts can be found on Adventures of a Lone Bass Player, where this blog began life. Recent entries can be found here.
Beanz Meanz Catz
by admin - 20:57 on 20 January 2012
The Rural Retreat's resident moggy knows what she likes – although she often doesn't like it for long.
So when for a few days she turned up her nose at food she usually eats with relish (which she much prefers to mustard) we thought the picky puss was going through yet another feline princess phase. A whole day curled up on her special red blanket suggested that maybe there was more wrong than a new food fad.
Fear not – this isn't a roundabout way of announcing a chronic moggy malady, for after her day in bed Bess descended the stairs with her appetite and spirits restored. The down side was that after a day of sleep she needed much less during the night.
Hence the prolonged yowling at 4am when a cat full of beans wanted a playmate downstairs. And at 6am. And at 8am.
This was just what Matchgirl didn't need before today's Big Run – her first ten-mile outing in her training for the London Marathon, now a mere thirteen weeks away. However, the athlete completed her workout in style, running the second half faster than the first; her dreams of marathon glory and a last-minute call-up by the Olympic team remain undimmed.
As for Bess, she declined my offer of a bracing walk in Matchgirl's absence, preferring to mooch around the Retreat's grounds and presumably conserve her strength for more nocturnal high jinks. We'll get our revenge next weekend when we leave her home alone (apart from visits by kindly Squirrel James) and enjoy a weekend in Kirkcudbright.
As long as the food appears she probably won't even notice that we're gone. Cats don't care.
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