Last evening fart sat down with his customary glass of red and said, ‘Well Soot we’re in.’
He was referring to the fact that we had arrive at our new refabulous dwelling. AND, it is fabulous, ‘cause we have called it Sootie’s Shack. My very own cottage! Not many, expat cats have their own cottage in Africa.
Anyway, my response to the Fart was, ‘How can we be in, if we are not out?’
He looked through drooping eyes lids at me: ‘What do you mean, we are in. Last night we slept here in our own bed cuddled up together, you waking every five minutes to make sure I am alive, and you’re going to get your breakfast in the morning. We are in!’ He creased his forehead at me.
‘Listen carefully, you silly little man,’ sometimes I have to be very direct with him, ‘There are piles of boxes in the study room. So we are in yes, but not all together out. Right?’
He looked at me with even more droopy eyes, ‘Sootie, let’s keep it simple. I am emptying the boxes slowly. We have moved to a smaller cottage from a three bedroom cottage. We have to organise and do things slowly, or we will be in a hell of a mess.’
So what’s different? I thought. I gave him a killer look, turned three times, stuck my hind leg in the air, and started to lick my bum. Sometimes actions speak louder than words.
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