Waffles went out this morning to survey her realm, as is usual on days of reasonable weather. I got down to work in the office, tapping away at the keyboard on the absolutely riveting subject of mortgages...

Anyhow, I looked up and some considerable time had passed. This made me realize, that my little furry feline that is Queen Of All She Surveys had not done her usual morning routine of popping in and out, as she feels like and making little muddy or dusty paw prints all over my desk.

So I got the large rear end up off the seat and went out into the garden, rattled the tin of cat treats and called out, "Waffles!" in my dulcet tones. Within *seconds* I heard the sound of the bell on her collar jingling and the next thing I see is a furry black furred feline coming running to me, meowing a greeting whilst carrying a fat vole in her jaws. Waffles ran to me, dropped the vole at my feet, meowed, purred and jumped up into my arms. I then got the usual nose touch, headbutt and purrs up the nose.

Love that cat!

Copyright © Helen Simmons
February 12, 2000