Close call

[desperance]

So there was just a knock on the door, and I went down to see, and there was no one on the doorstep any more but a taxi-man with his car. "Taxi?" he said. "No," I said, "thanks anyway." And while I was politely apologising for not being the person who'd phoned him, Barry slipped out between my legs and was away. Straight onto the road and under the wheels of the taxi. But the guy started his engine and that scared him, further out into the road; where he changed his mind, turned round and went back into the house. With me chasing vainly in his wake all the way.

Which is why I don't want to let him out. Stupid bloody cat...

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[desperance.livejournal.com]

The grey cat in the icon is his sister Ljubljana (after the capital of Slovenia because I like torturing the vets with the j's).

You're a bad person. I never even told our vets Sophie's and Misha's full names, out of pity (they were Sophonisba and Artemisia, and actually it was probably self-pity; I've had a lifetime of spelling out my own name, and I'm just tired of it, y'know...?).