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I had a fitful night last night (current illness is not good; long story) so my little Waffles RCN came and curled up with me, softly purring and gently nuzzling up to me. There really is nothing quite like the ministrations of a happy cat for de-stressing a situation. I managed to get some sleep and when I woke up, so did Waffles. We yawned and stretched together.
Knowing I am under the weather, Waffles went out into the garden first thing, to perform morning ablutions under the trees and then have a quick stroll about her realm. Realising I am in need of medication, what better could there be other than a freshly caught, fat and juicy short-tailed vole! She may have only one eye. She may have a large steel pin in her leg. She may have a jaw slightly askew and she may be missing a fang. She is, however, still a mighty hunter!
I was sat in the office, nursing a very sore head, when in she strolled, her announcing "MMMMOOOOWWZ!" unmistakable. Trouble was, it seems the only way the medicine works is for me to dispatch the vole myself. Hence the "mowz" is dropped at my feet when it is very alive. I am not quick enough so said vole runs across the office floor and takes up residence behind a pile of files at the base of some shelving. I have done a lot of rearranging of files all to no avail. Voles are intelligent I think - smarter than this human I think.
Right now, There is a vole in residence somewhere in the paperwork, with a cat sat in front of the paperwork waiting for her "mowz" to reappear. Hopefully I can capture it before she does, so I can set it free and fool Waffles RCN into thinking I took the medicine.
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