I sat in the lounge the other day, next to the bay window that over looks my back garden. I had a splitting migraine and felt awful.

Then I saw it.

Was it a bird?
Was it a plane?
It was faster than a speeding bullet...

It was Waffles the Flying Cat.

Waffles jumped out of my bedroom window, which is first floor above my lunge bay window. She's spotted a pheasant in the back garden and jumped down on to the lawn to chase it....

Needless to say at the time of her leap I immediately ran out into the garden after her - the pheasant ran away - I don't think she's forgiven me for that. I picked her up and gave her a good check over and she's fine. I'm just thankful she jumped on to a damp and therefore soft lawn.

P.S. She's asked me to run her up a little red cape with SC written on it.

Copyright © Helen Simmons
January 6, 2000