Posted by: mollysdiary | April 25, 2008

Her Running Majesty

Does she know what time it is? 10:30 and she’s still not home. Oh guess who’s coming up the hill now! Her Running Majesty in person. Well, Harrrrrumphhh! Fancy leaving me alone all day. Not to say I haven’t had a good time with Sprocket, Tubby and his miniature holy terror Rolykins: who would ever have thought a nephew could be such a spitting image of his uncle. And speaking of spitting, I’ve never seen a kitten spit like Rolykins. He jumps on Tubby’s head, then aims a hiss-and-spit in the same breath. Quite a piece of work, that little furball.

Well, she’s getting the silent treatment. She’s coming in the door, and I’ve had no food all day. Tubs drank the whole dish of milk, and I’m furious. I’m sitting by the dish with my back to her. She’ll learn all right. Now she’s trying to pet my—oh no you don’t! Hissssssssssssssssssssss, claws, hissssssssssssssssssssss!!! OOOOOh! What’s that I hear? She’s running a bath! Oh, no! Not that full hot tub again! Wait a minute, she’s in shallow water, and there’s no steam, Just bubbles. And there’s an orange scent. Nice. Hope she’s ready for this… SPLOSH!! Oh blissful bubbles! Jane’s lathering me all over, and good job she is, with all that mud we’ve been rolling in all day. This is the life!

I had a feeling everything would be fine tonight. In fact, I’ve had a feeling about a number of things lately…I knew Jane was worried about that job in town, and her Dad, and a number of things, but it’s all worked out just fine. I’d better let her know x is trying to get in touch with her; also, she’d better not run by the stream this Wednesday, ‘cos the water’s going to rise after the storm on the East side. Jane knows I sense stuff… we cats have done this for centuries. Remember how they all scurried from the shore the days before the Tsunami hit in Asia? We know. We just know.

mollys wise

 

I know Jane’s excited about the next race. She’s doing a 42K one again, and she’s looking forward to the challenge of the hills. She wants me to be happy, and trust her. She’s not the ogre that I can’t get out of my head.

 


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