Scary moment

[desperance]

Not getting any work done, so I thought I'd console myself by taking up another couple of fouls of the staircarpet. (The foul being a measure of carpet, approx one square metre of vile patterning and ancient colour. Think '70s landlord decor...)

So I did that and rolled it up around the rotting underlay, and carried it out for the binmen - and as I came back indoors, there was a tabby streak which was Mac shooting out through the closing door. I barely saw him, and really wasn't sure. Went back out immediately, tho', and there he was: luckily distracted by the dead leaves outside my door, and fit to be grabbed and wrangled back inside. Somehow I had slammed my finger in the door in my haste, so I have a bruised fingertip and a smeary catpaw-print on my jumper to show for it; right now, Himself is flailing all around the house like a mad thing, presumably to distract my attention from the tunnel Barry is undoubtedly digging beneath the wooden horse I haven't actually found yet. This is apparently the Chateau D'If, and it shall be escaped from...

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They would tangle them, and then there would be fighting; and Barry would try to run away, and - boing! - he would be back among the evil teeths and claws again. And again, and again, and...