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The Three Billy Goats Gruff had a troll live under their bridge. The Three Cats Simmons have a large trout living in the stream under the bridge at the end of their garden.
Each day I go out to feed "Jaws" - morning and evening - each morning and evening I am trailed by three felines, each fascinated by the trout as it comes to the surface to munch on the bread I throw it. The stream is not large, or swift (unless it's after a period of very heavy rain) and over the last few weeks, it's been its usual couple of feet deep and about five feet wide with a gentle flow. Every day the cats have been located by my feet as I feed Jaws, and slowly, slowly they have been creeping closer to the edge of the stream, as their curiosity overcomes them to catch a view of Jaws.
It's now at the stage where Waffles, always the most adventurous of the felines, can be seen sitting at the edge of the stream most sunny days, eyeing up Jaws. Another favourite vantagepoint is sitting high up in the branches of the weeping willow that overlooks that part of the stream.
Waffles brings a wry smile to me as now, she sits watching Jaws, intently staring and her tail lashing from side to side whenever he comes to the surface and out from under the bridge. She also chatters away to him as she does with the birds - whiskers forward, eye wide open and ears forward, chattering her fangs, telling Jaws how she's going to sink her fangs into him and enjoy fresh trout - one of these days in the not too distant future
I wonder if she's trying to hypnotise Jaws by chattering to him; a sort of feline, "You are feeling very sleepy. On my command you will jump out of the water into my mouth. You are feeling very sleepy."
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