No sooner had the flyers been posted through neighbours doors than the phone rang and neighbour M informed us that Bertie had been alive and well a few hours earlier in her garden enjoying her company. Huge sigh of relief all round - and lo and behold, the Great One deigned to look in at home later in the evening and slept all night on our bed. We are a little out of practice sleeping through the deep throb of a contented cat's purr - still we all slept.
My partner has left for Somerset pulling Pandora, our box trailer behind him. He is stopping off en route to off load some paintings and then staying with his brother. I am working and dog and cat sitting. The dogs have been sticking to me like glue since his departure. I walk down the hall; they do. I go to the loo - there's a kerfuffle while they all step back and sit on each other as I close the door. Tabatha is still small enough to hide out under all the other dogs legs and then run into the cloakroom as the door shuts. She clearly thinks this is a great wheeze and is very proud of herself. As she is growing her features are coming and she has such a soft and kindly face with a real sparkle in her eyes. She can already stop five male dogs charging along the hall just by sitting down and glaring at them. She's smashing.
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