Missing Cat

This morning once again, all down Croxted Road, little posters had been tacked up onto trees. Some poor exhausted parent had been up at the crack of dawn, scanning, cutting and pasting, copying and pinning up the little posters up for all to see. The orange paper flickered in the breeze like tiny flames throughout West Dulwich.

An unfortunate local family have lost their beloved cat - 'Slinky Malinky'. The notice, complete with a photo of an enormous multi coloured bagpus of a cat in a little child's arms made my heart sink. The child's face had been obscured, but the description of how Slinky Malinky had been lost, and the description of the resulting distress to the three little children made me want to rush home to search in our garage, and shed.

I didn’t dash home, clearly - I had to get to work. I texted the au pair, as it was starting to rain, and my bus was coming. I do hope that Ana understands what I have asked her to do, and follows my instructions to the letter. My heart sank in my (beautiful new black LK Bennett) boots as I made my way to work.

My darling cat has gone to live with Grandma Elizabeth in Wales. He has been bringing me home 'special gifts' again....live gifts, and frightening the life out of Ana, when he releases them into the house. Tiny pretty field mice, frogs and birds. Not just little birds. Krug tried to bring an enormous magpie through the cat flap the other night – we thought that a gang of drug infused hoodies were tearing down the door.

Little Krug has the courage of a lion, he reminds me of Freya. He sets his mind to something, and he will dig his nails in and hang on for dear life until he gets what he wants. That poor family, I hope they find their pet. There can be nothing worse than when the children are distressed.

James was determined to banish poor Krug from our house, since puss vandalised the roof of the soft top sports car. Krug is a feisty little beast. I expect he will turn up in London again soon, no-one pushes my cat around!