More Cats : part 7 - How many??
But one morning I think I am not seeing quite right, the picture is not as normal and something is wrong with the balance. I gaze stupidly at the usual heap of munching fur and realise it is not my eyesight and there is in fact too much ginger in the melee. I count heads and identify Ginger and Sandy, and point accusingly at the third, sleek pale ginger girl. You! Who me? Yes you, who are you and what are you doing here? Who me, no I was here all the time you just didn’t see me honest. Rubbish, never seen you before, what is the meaning of this? But I was hungry and I’m here now so can I stay please........... Oh here we go again, go on then. Like I have a choice.
The following day, balance restored, all present and correct and no extras. Phew. I must have imagined it.
Next day a terrible sense of deja vu, unreality, maybe I am losing my marbles? There is too much of something but it is not ginger it is stripe. But, but, but……..wasn’t it ginger last time, am I imagining things, too much sun? …….But no, even the conversation is the same. Yes, there is OMG Tigger and there is Fat Stripey, who is this? This turns out to be “Mum” though I never find out if she is or was. She’s been there all along too she says, but she is lying just like Marmalade, so when everything is normal again the following day I am not fooled and just wait for them to try it again, which of course they do on exactly the same basis as the first lot, well she was ok with us one at a time so so lets risk it and arrive en masse. Extra two and all.
And then there were 8.