24 August 2014

Our cat Fluffy has been staring disconsolately up through the gaping hole in the ceiling to the rafters above and meowing pitifully.  There is a 13ft wooden ladder that has always given us access to the loft - I wouldn't be surprised if it is as old as the house itself - and the builders are using it until the new staircase goes in.  My two 'F's' - Fluffy and F, discovered it was great fun to climb up, but now that it is no longer protected by a secure closet! I decided it was better to put it on its side, on the floor, where neither child nor cat, can break their neck falling off it.  (You may say cats fall on their feet, but you've never met maw wee auld daftie puss!)

Anyway, here we are and Fluffy is crying her heid off trying to figure out how she can climb 13ft of sheer wall up to the attic, and I say, 'Aw, I'm sorry Fluffy, you can't go up now' and to Felicity I say, 'Fluffy sounds sad, doesn't she?'

Next I hear, F is bending over the said ladder, reaching a little hand out to the cat saying so sing-song soothingly, 'Don't worry Sfluffy - my right ear-ah. (I'm right here). my righ ear-ah!  don't woorry.  See?  my right ear-ah!  SSssfluuuuuuuuffffffeeeeee!'

And then she finds a little pink fluffy handtowel and starts following Fluffy around.  'Sffluffeee, oo need a blankey?  Naaaaaaiice blankey.... Sfluffeee, ear-ah oo go!' (here you go.)

It loses a bit in translation perhaps, but it really was the most adorable thing (for me, probably not for 'Sfluffee')