Bob Marley arrives at Le Chateau
A quite unexpected little drama happened at Le Chateau last Friday. With 30 minutes to go before an important rendevous I rushed into the bedroom dripping from the shower hastily reaching for clothes and hairdryer simultaneously. The bed resembled more of a large whipped white meringue than usual but I took scant notice. I became aware however of a rather pitiful sound being emitted from somewhere in the centre and peered at the bed. Imagine my surprise when there lay a newborn kitten with Maman looking rather fiercely at me. The look in her eyes told me that my presence was not required anywhere in the vicinity of her newborn and there followed a rather farcical scenario of grabbing basic essentials and beating a hasty retreat.
His Lordship was completely unperturbed by the event. 'Do something' I said, 'exactly what' ? was his reply and I was bundled into the car feeling rather dazed and skew whiff to say the least and felt at a distinct disadvantage for the rest of the afternoon.
When we got back he made a splendid bed from a cardboard box and we lined it with old fluffy pullovers. I must say she was a bit sniffy at first and for the next two mornings insisted on bringing the newborn onto the bed as we were taking morning tea.
Le Chat as she is known had taken herself off to another residence for a while whilst yet another rescued animal, an enormous ferocious hound known as Basil had ruled Le Chateau. After his sad demise she snuck back in very quickly and is the most prolific mouser I have ever seen.
Now everyone agrees that the new edition is rather sweet but it is acknowledged that a name must be sought. I had called the large hound after my vaccume cleaner and he did rather suit the name in a funny way. But why you would want to call a tiny sweet bundle of fluff Bob Marley is beyond my comprehension completely.
So there you go, Bob Marley arrives at Le Chateau !