Rain, thunder, stormy winds and floods hit Oxfordshire. I did the only thing a cat can do. I found a nice dry place and settled down to sleep through the crisis. William and I took to the beds, not the boats, as sensible cats do in these circumstances. I bet that the two cats in Noah's Ark were tucked away somewhere warm sleeping out the journey - perhaps behind the Aga in the Ark kitchen.
I expect Noah had trouble with the dogs, specially if they were labradors. What ridiculous creatures they are. During the flood they were jumping in and out of the water, getting in the way, and generally enjoying the crisis. (You can just see them in the picture). They could have got on with rescuing cats from drowning but instead they went chasing after balls and making fools of themselves. But when they left the water and shook themselves all over their humans, they gave me an idea I hadn't thought of before.
We napped and the rain pounded down for hours. We gave up going outside and started using the litter trays. After all, that's why they are there. Who wants to venture out in driving rain or sink paws into the wet earth in the soaked kitchen garden? There were small floods on the paving just outside the cat flap, larger pools near the garage and a lake near the garden shed. The pond overflowed, as usual, and the garden was boggy throughout.
Later, when the storm became a little less fierce, I ventured out, got very wet and rushed back inside. This was the only fun moment in the day. I leapt on to Ronnie's lap and shook myself. His reaction was gratifyingly extreme - loud shouts of "Get that bloody cat off me."
Good job George! You must not venture out again until the water goes down. I heard my humans talking about the storms in England and they were wishing for some of the rain. They have spent lots of money this summer watering the garden. They actually replanted the greenbeans three times, some of their tomatoes twice and all the cucumbers twice. Hope the rains stop soon so you can get back to your normal routine of hunting.
ReplyDeleteAh! about water - and dogs...Herself has been away for a whole week leaving Eddie to feed us, which he sometimes forgets to do, he needs constant reminding. She just buzzed off to a far away hot place, (doubtless to escape the floods). Now she is back and is talking non-stop about the 'ship's dog' - Apparently after she had done the singing she was taken off 'sailing' - why anyone woyuld ever want to do that is beyond me but we know how eccentric humans are so I'll leave that. What really offends me is the way she cannot stop talking, eulogising I might even say, about the 'ships dog' - it spent it's time leaping overboard and joining them in the water for 'long cool swims'!! It had a squeaky toy that it chased about in the water - it swam to the shore and brought branches back - how clever it was -it goes up and down the ships ladder - it runs backwards and forwards on the gangplank to the shore when the boat is moored - it leaps in and out of 'the dingy' (whatever that is) - she will not stop talking about it. I am ignoring her. I am a very put out cat. Dogs Huh!
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