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Good afternoon, snippetteers! I’ve really not been around very much and I’m not sure if that will change any time soon. A busy day job, family issues, two sets of edits, and to top it all a broken water main have turned my life into a bit of a circus. We’re trying to keep positive and focus on the good bits, but some days that’s harder than others. But I am still reading, and I’ll support where I can.
Little things help. Cooking, knitting, music… and cats, of course. Yesterday was our Tiger’s “birthday”. It’s been five years since he’s come to us from our local Cats Protection League who’d rescued him. He was so quiet then. No voice to speak of, his purr barely audible, and jumpy as hell. Now he says hello when he comes home, he stands up on the side of my office chair when he wants dinner, and he happily plops himself onto my lap and purrs fit to rattle. He wasn’t at all happy with the flooded living room and all the upheaval and noise since, but he came to me last night and crashed out on my lap, watching a concert with me and minding my knitting yarn.
So, maybe it’s no wonder if my snip today is about a cat. It’s more than six sentences, but… hey. It’s from Mouse Hunt, the sixth Jack & Gareth book, which is actually finished and just awaiting its turn. (and maybe a new title)
From Mouse Hunt
It was Gareth who eventually found the cat, curled up asleep in a large canvas bag in the bottom shelf of the bookcase.
“He is Bagpuss,” Nico crowed and reached into the bag to pick up the furry bundle. “And he’s blue.”
The cat’s fur was an unusual shade of blueish grey. Only its face and the tips of its ears were darker. Jack’s very limited experience with cats included hisses and claws, but Bagpuss didn’t mind when Nico picked him up. He blinked his large green eyes and sniffed curiously at Nico’s fingers. Then he curled into Nico’s arm and when Nico rubbed under his chin, Bagpuss started to purr loudly. “Look how nice he is. He likes this. He’s probably been feeling all left out since you didn’t even realise he was here.”
Jack remembered being woken by strange sounds during his first night. He narrowed his eyes. “I was about to check whether this place was infested by mice,” he told the cat. “You could have said something.”
Bagpuss ignored him. He simply purred louder when Nico rubbed his chops.
“Come on, Bagpuss,” Nico crooned to the cat. “Jack’s neglected you all week. You probably had to go hunt your own food. I’m sure you’d love some dinner, right?” And then he marched right out of the room, cat still cradled in his arms.
“Did we just lose Nico to a cat?” Jack asked into the sudden stunned silence.