Kitchen Wall Gift and a mouse with attitude

 

At lunchtime I found a card and a gift from a Going Gently fan on the kitchen wall next to the lane.

What fun

Robyn ( with hubby in tow) should have popped in for a cuppa, but they didn’t and went well out of their way to treat me on a day that I needed a kindness. 

I was made up. Thank you dearheartx 

This story from last night is dedicated to Robyn 

It concerns Weaver

I’ve already shared that the twins seldom go out.

I put this down to their natural shyness coupled with Mary’s antics at the open cat flap.

Last night we all got a glimpse of Weaver’s true nature.

She’s not the Mary Poppins I think she is…

It was going on ten pm. 

The zombie serial The Last Of Us was playing, the fire was roaring and the Welsh were curled up on the sofa. 

Bun was sat on the stool by the tv with her legs tucked primly underneath her

It was all calm, 

Then Weaver strode in from the kitchen like !ily Savage on stage

A fat brown mouse in her mouth

She looked at the sleeping dogs and looked angry

And gave the mouse a sharp bite down 

It squeaked loudly

And the Welsh and Bun jumped up in sudden excitement .

Instead of legging it, Weaver stood her ground and spat the fatally wounded mouse on to the carpet with what I can only describe as gross contempt.

And in the melee of terriers hoping for a free lunch that followed. she walked up the stairs as if nothing had happened