Jasper

Carrie

She did. Cathi and I saw it with our own eyes.

Carrie and Jasper are never going to get on. Today, Carrie ventured out into the garden, but found herself with Jasper between her and the safety of the house. Jasper wanted to play. His butt wiggled furiously, and then he pounced.

Carrie meowled angrily, hissed, and ran. There was a brief stand-off, then Jasper pounced again. Carrie turned and fled.

I don't think she had realised how close she was to the pond. But when she came to the edge, she didn't stop for a second. Now that is quite a wide pond, and looking at it afterwards, I am quite sure she must have touched down twice on the way across. But she still reached the safety of the other side unscathed, and although her tummy and the full length of four paws were soaked, everything above that line was still bone dry.

We have lily pads on our pond, so I can only guess that the combination of the speed she was doing and the resistance to sinking of the leaves served to give her *just* enough support to get across. But it was an impressive sight!

Copyright © Richard Miller & Cathi Martin
August 19, 2000