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Monday 30 June 2008

Cat in castigo

Thirty-two degrees at 9am (in the sheltered spot on the bathroom windowsill), but with a wind that's whipping up the white horses on the lake. Feels fresher following yesterday afternoon's storm, which has left me with a rather large amount of oleander- and tomato-tying to do.

The first summer vacationers have arrived from north of the Alps. And today is AJ's first Monday of the summer holidays, which stretch ten weeks into the heat-haze distance (God help Mama).

Upstairs, one of the spare rooms has become Cell-Block C, home to a rather disgruntled cat. Here's a picture of him taken a few months ago during a particularly energetic bout of mousing. He's almost the oldest cat in Carmine and considers himself lord of all he surveys. He's known to be fairly brutal with his subject cats, and now he's in trouble. On Saturday night he frightened our neighbour's new, all-white, female import and she disappeared (to return on Sunday morning, thankfully unharmed by woodland predators). Our neighbour was understandably fairly angry and put out a fatwa on our cat, so he's upstairs in castigo, but also for his own safety.

We've promised to have him done in the hope that without the essential equipment he'll be less aggressive, so tomorrow he and I will be plunging down the hill to the vet. I hope he won't be too angry with me when we get back.

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Monday 30 June 2008

Cat in castigo

Thirty-two degrees at 9am (in the sheltered spot on the bathroom windowsill), but with a wind that's whipping up the white horses on the lake. Feels fresher following yesterday afternoon's storm, which has left me with a rather large amount of oleander- and tomato-tying to do.

The first summer vacationers have arrived from north of the Alps. And today is AJ's first Monday of the summer holidays, which stretch ten weeks into the heat-haze distance (God help Mama).

Upstairs, one of the spare rooms has become Cell-Block C, home to a rather disgruntled cat. Here's a picture of him taken a few months ago during a particularly energetic bout of mousing. He's almost the oldest cat in Carmine and considers himself lord of all he surveys. He's known to be fairly brutal with his subject cats, and now he's in trouble. On Saturday night he frightened our neighbour's new, all-white, female import and she disappeared (to return on Sunday morning, thankfully unharmed by woodland predators). Our neighbour was understandably fairly angry and put out a fatwa on our cat, so he's upstairs in castigo, but also for his own safety.

We've promised to have him done in the hope that without the essential equipment he'll be less aggressive, so tomorrow he and I will be plunging down the hill to the vet. I hope he won't be too angry with me when we get back.

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