The Golden Cats

So, yesterday I said I’d try and post a photo of the cats, but I haven’t found one yet, because you see, I ran away again and am in a secret location up Island (or maybe off Island) where I’m being my other self of the smelly gold prospector. The cats are with me. They like helping me dig for gold. So we are in my run-down ramshackle cabin in the middle of this forest that’s ninety miles from nowhere, except that it’s close to the sea. And in the middle of the night I hear this stealthy rustling sound, and thumps and bangs. Gidget climbs under the covers, and cowers down by my feet. Minou perks up his one ear (he can’t perk up the other one), raises his head and realizes that somebody or something is out there. Figuring he might have a new worshiper or fan, he pads to the door and meows, but the banging and thumping keep going. I’m cowering under the covers, with Gidget - let Minou look after the bear or the raccoon or whatever it is.

Except that I start hearing voices. Now that’s a relief. It’s not a hungry grizzly bear (do they even live around here? I dont’ know!) or a frustrated raccoon who can’t get into my garbage. It’s people. I can talk to people.

So I get up, put my dressing gown on and open the door just as two guys, who were dressed like hi-tech ninjas, and are now dressed like hi-tech ninjas who’ve been mauled by a bear, a ticked off raccoon and about thirty three miles of bush and low slung tree branches burst into my cabin. I’d have yelled at them but they were carrying a lot of what looked like weapons.

Ooops, have to go. The guys are coming back. For hi-tech ninjas, who specialize in silent stuff, they sure make a lot of noise! More later! And I will look for the cat pictures!