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Well, I'm back, and bloody hell, that was a heart-wrenching mission!
As I can't leave Izzy (friend No.1's dog) on her own for more than 5 minutes (she cries and upsets my neighbours), I had to take her with me to feed Bruce (Friend No.2's cat). However, one of Izzy's usual human companions drives a van and on the way to feed Bruce a woman parked up ahead of us in (yup, you guessed it) a van. Sadly, as I'm knackered already, I didn't think of the consequences as we neared the sound of the van's engine until it was too late: Izzy went nuts (no doubt thinking her ordeal with p.w was over). Worse still, as it was 01.30am and I don't look sane on the best of days, I had to forcibly drag her away by her lead to avoid scaring the van driver and/or causing a fuss.
Now, that was bad, but five minutes later I found myself in a situation which kind-of reminded me of that old hypothetical, "which would you save first, a drowning kitten or a drowning puppy?" Basically, Izzy and Bruce haven't hit it off in the past, so when I got to my friend's house I had to lock Izzy in the porch and hurry to feed Bruce before Izzy's whining scared the fur of the the little feline. Thing is, Bruce is a very vocal and needy fuss-ball who is also obviously REALLY missing her usual human companion. And so it was that I found myself standing in Friend No.2's living room frozen by guilt and panic with a fog pining in one ear and a cat meowing in the other!
Honestly, though I naturally seem to get on with most animals I've met (so far), I'm REALLY not cut out for this Dr Dolittle business! I'm off to bed (I think)...
(BTW, sorry for bursting back in and waffling [etc], but that really WAS horrible and Izzy's still in a mood with me, despite me already explaining the situation to her three times. I swear, these critters are playing with me like a cheap, squeaky, rubber toy....)
G'night you lovely 'lithers, wherever you are! |
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