FRIDAY
Bertie-Wooster is liked by most neighbours, but they find him quite aloof – a polite way of saying snooty, probably. The only household who aren’t keen on him are the older couple who live opposite, so naturally that’s where he spends most of his time. Contrary creatures, cats.
When Satchmo came along a year ago, the couple opposite were initially unimpressed. The day before we collected him from the RSPCA, I had an awkward conversation with them about Bertie-Wooster’s deposits in their flower bed.
I was slightly unsympathetic and told them they were lucky, as it was excellent fertiliser. It was meant as a joke, but I think it backfired. Fortunately, they’re a bit more fond of dogs, so Satchmo is tolerated.
This evening, they send a message out on our local neighbours’ WhatsApp – it seems as though Bertie-Wooster isn’t the only cat in the neighbourhood who loves their garden. This time I decide it may be prudent to show more concern.
I suggest they try lion poo. So far, no response.
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