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A bit of a crazy night.
Popeye and I went into the kitchen at 9 pm to make my last drink. I knew something was up from Popeye's body language before we opened the door to the kitchen...
Devastation...stuff strewn...the kitchen bin thrown over...there was no waste food in it, but a couple of out of date cartons of double cream that I had not opened and they had now been ripped open and strewn across the floor.
Popeye was absolutely shocked and horrified that anything had dared break into his kitchen. It was actually funny to watch Popeye's face. He was sniffing where the 'thing' had been, and looking at me horrified. There was a musky scent. Popeye checked the cat flap and it was obvious to him that was the point of entry. So he shot out.
I cleared the floor. And waited for Popeye to come back. He didn't.
I was worried in case it had been a small badger, and the rest of the badger family of 5 were nearby, or a fox. Popeye is an old gentleman of 27 years old. But he still acts and behaves like a young cat. Popeye did take on the adult badger once, a few years ago. He shot in the cat flap then like a bullet into the front room and sat confidently and serenely on the window ledge of my very large front window. It was dark. Suddenly out of nowhere a large badger hurtled itself against the window. Popeye sat there confident he was safe this side of the glass. The double glazed window shook and I was ready to flee to the back.I still recall Popeye looking at me saying it's okay mum the window will protect us...
Anyway back to the present and 3 hours later (and I had looked outside and called for him) and still no Popeye. I was very tired and have to be out all day today, so I went to bed. Woke up at 5. There is Popeye all fine and dandy sitting on the radiator ledge in the kitchen guarding the cat flap.
He is fine. He has obviously hunted for mice in the night. And eaten the because he is a heffalump this morning and not interested in a lovely breakfast. So he must have been scent making in the night too (yes he has been neutered as a kitten), but he still marks the boundaries of my property twice a day.
I managed my daily painting challenge to myself. I had to stop after 45 minutes, I ran out of time. Back in bed now drinking a coffee. Popeye is sound asleep. And that is exactly what I want to do...I can give myself half an hour then I have to move...
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