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  • I am all prepared,the Met office has given a cat weather report for the whole summer,it will be a brilliant food catching summer.I have prepare a nice little hiding place,where I can meld in the hedge between ours and next doors garden,My plans are all laid and I can hear many suppers singing in the trees around.
    Today,the forecast was excellent,there is just enough dew on the ground for the worms to start coming to the surface.Out doors I sneak,sliding around corners keeping my empty belly close to the ground,I can be really sneaky when I need to be.I have to be very careful,slowly insinuating myself under the hedge,giving myself enough room to leap out into either garden to catch an unwary feathered dinner.I have got here early to make sure that I am well out of sight,the sun is bright,so I can have a little nap whilst waiting.Dinner will be served at the right moment.

    I know I have only been asleep for a small time,but I am suddenly awakened by the rain pouring through the hedge and soaking me to the skin.I must rush indoors,never mind about hiding now,just get in and dried off.Oh my God,here she comes again with that great big rough towel."Hello Kitty,you poor thing,so wet,lets dry you off".I could have done that myself,I think.But,best not top say anything or no food,it may not be fresh and its a bit rubbish like but its food and she gives me good rubbing puts my food down and placers my basket in front of the nice warm fire.I still want my real food,Damn cat weather forecaster got it wrong again.

    The following day the forecast is even better today,sun early and light showers after tea,I shall have my tea long before then.Nice and early "the early cat catches the bird",remembered from when I was a kitten.My mother was no good at birds she said 'Mice are easier and more delicious'.My usual sneaky self and I am back under the hedge again,little chirping and bird calls in the far woods.So,I get myself once more into position for that Mad dash,as my mistress does in the supermarket,only she has to have a trolley.I have nicely sharpened claws to hold and de- feather some unsuspecting morsel.The sun is warming up now,just time for about 25 winks,or so.I must only have had ten or so when thunder and lightning is quickly followed by a downpour worse than yesterday.Now,once more a scrambling dash into the warm kitchen.Why is that damn cat flap getting smaller each day.Oh dear once again,here she comes with that rough old towel.The things I have to go through just to get a mere morsel to pass my lips.They call it cat food,just about fit for hedgehogs I say.
    I am going to have to get a different plan of action tomorrow or this is going to be one very unpleasant food sucking summer.I lay in front of the fire watching the some rubbish film about rats going to the big city,pity them I thought,all my cousins will not go hungry tonight.Its me that I must plan for though,I can remember,as a kitten in training,being told about Mice in the cornfield just down the road.,We always came back from there with lovely full stomachs never remember having to live on the muck they call cats food,always a nice saucer of milk after hunting though.

    The forecast is still good,no umbrella's on the screen,just great big smiley suns everywhere.I have enough disappointment with the gardens so far,so,tomorrow its the corn field for me.Just for good measure,if any of these people upset me tonight,I will bring back a live one and plop it down on the carpet in the living room.Scare the living daylights out of them I will.The whack with the broom will be well worth the fun and screams I will hear."OOOH ,look a live mouse,Help" they cry.Then I dash in and save them,might stop them clouting me so hard with the broom.I need my food tonight,bad though it is,to give me strength for the hunt tomorrow.The field is well down the lane and any problems it wont just be a quick dash indoors,more like a three and a half minute mile,So lots of food and gallons of milk then a good nights rest in the warm basket.

    Its cold and damp outside but the sun is coming up,nice day for furry dinners today will be.off I go,nice steady pace,need to preserve the strength,giving the claws a scraping as I go along just to sharpen the tips up a bit.Its a tidy way up to this field but I know its going to be worth it.There's an empty trailer just inside the field with some sacking and paper bags on there,the sacks look as though they will be good cover,whilst I await the dinner.So,up I climb,sort everything out,i will have to be able to leap out very quickly as Mice,especially field mice are reputedly very fast..but then so are hungry cats.I am well before time so I settle down for a quickie,no time for a deeper nap today.

    Its not long and I can hear the little chatter of approaching vermin,wonder why they call them that,they taste so nice,once you get the skin off.Oh,yes,here they come so blithely unaware of the fate that is about to befall them,just a little closer please.Just the, the heavens open and its raining girls and boys,Well it cannot rain cats and dogs for me can it.
    I am soaked right through to the bones an shivering like a belly dancer at the North Pole.No dashing from here,the dinners have all gone.Now what do I do.Sudden brainwave comes to me use the sack as a coat,that should get me home all right,bit wet but ,...well,there's always the towel.

    Once more I creep in to the house looking more like a drowned rat than a successful hunter returning from a kill.There she is with the towel again,rubbing away and calling me her darling little pussy cat.Where do we get them from I think.Just have some nice cat food ,lap up some milk and an early night in my basket,in front of the fire.Dripping off to sleep watching a nature programme where the sun shines all day .But this is England and the hunting is better in the winter,well sometimes anyway.

    Meow,Bye....Just another English SUMMER for cats.
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