Whilst stretching my legs around my apartment for a break from the grind that is the keyboard i am typing this on, i noticed the local stray moggie on my balcony. Now my balcony is some 100 feet long and 40 wide, so quite spacious, but the moggie was sat on a sun lounger by the french doors.
In glee, thinking i had a pal to while away the spare minutes of my day i ran the length of my apartment to collect a couple of saucers. One i filled with best salmon, the other with full cream milk and then steadily made my way back to the door!
As i got to the door the stupid moggie was just departing over the edge in escape. Whilst slowly edging out of the door and making funny noises like here puss puss puss the cat disappeared, i tripped over the threshold throwing 2 saucers, milk and salmon in the air and ended up needing a shower to remove the salmon and milk mixture from my hair.
Now, the question is, does the fact that i want to befriend the local neighbourhood stray cat mean i am getting old? Will i end up with 27 cats on my balcony anytime in the near future and get dragged away screaming to the old codgers home?
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