March 10th, 2012

me: ooh!

It's Caturday.

[Image of two yellow-eyed tuxedo cats. The one on the left lying down is Telstar. The one looking at the camera on the right is Sputnik.]

Unfortunately it is not the joyous occasion it usually is, because Sputnik has gone missing.

We last saw him the evening of Wednesday 7 March, where he ate his gooshy food and a tiny bit of cantaloupe (he's mad for melon) with gusto. Our neighbour says she saw him playing with his brother - by which she probably means "fighting" - in our garden during the day on Thursday 8 March. No one saw him yesterday.

We questioned Telstar. He has been in the house a good deal, which is very unlike him.

Me: "Telstar, what did you do with your little brother?"
Telstar: "Mrow!"
Me: "Do you know where he is?"
Telstar: *purrrrrrr*
Me: "Is he trapped in a shed? Could you show us?"
Telstar: *winds around legs*
Me: "Did you do him in and bury his body in the woods so you could have all the goosh forever?"
Telstar: "Mrow?"

etc. So you can see how fruitful that line of enquiry was.

The bloke created a "Lost Cat" flyer and canvassed the neighbours last night. He also phoned the Blue Cross, who said any vet or facility that took him in would scan him for his microchip immediately and would contact us. One of our neighbours said her cat got locked in a shed in the allotments behind our house, so once it gets to be a reasonable hour of the morning, we'll go there and ask to walk around and call for him.
mizuno: lil naughty

Sold (STC)

That's what the sign outside our house now says. The legal fidgy-widginess has begun. We spent part of last night filling out the 4761910 pages of forms the solicitors sent to us. The activity required us to use a dictionary - neither of us knew what "pelmets" were. (We don't have any so they're not included in the sale of the house.)

We also learnt why our buyers were so keen to have the place. Apparently it's not just our renovation work that appealed. The person buying it is good friends with the person who bought the place two doors down from us eight months ago. Both houses are in the same five-house block. We noticed this summer that the new person liked to have lots of garden parties. They were genteel parties - music kept low, and they always went inside promptly at 11 PM. There weren't a lot of female guests, and the occupants of the house seem to be exclusively male. I don't like to assume too much, but I think our central neighbour, who will now be bookended by this crowd, put it best.

"I'm going to be the faun among the flora," she remarked, grinning.