The Prof, during her rigorous and unending search for knowledge and truth, uncovered the following:
The Prof, during her rigorous and unending search for knowledge and truth, uncovered the following:
Our cats like to go to bed with us and sleep, or just hang, on top of the covers. This is endlessly entertaining, because quite unlike their uncanny poise walking along the top of a fence (well, Teddy’s uncanny poise, anyway – Laila falls off the sofa), they seem oddly unbalanced by the shifts of the duvet. So they will stand and look nonchalant, while their legs shakily try to find purchase. It put me in mind one night of a pair of retired ex-British Army Sergeant Majors meeting on a rope bridge in the middle of a howling rainstorm. Imagine Richard Attenborough in Guns at Batasi.
“Morning.”
“Morning.”
“Weather turning, what?”
“Seen better.”
“Bridge could be sturdier.”
“And wider.”
“You coming this way?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going that way.”
“Ah.”