I was delighted to. Then I drove her 1,000 Klms home to the Outpost.
Moshi the cat is less thrilled. She has, since Pili’s arrival yesterday evening, worn an expression of outraged ‘What the F***??!!‘. She has spat alot in Pili’s direction, stalked about the house bearing a demeanour that says it all, ‘Who the hell is that?’ and hurled feline abuse that makes my hair, and hers, stand on end.
Not Pili’s though, she thinks it’s all part of the fun; that she has discovered the back door is safely mosquito meshed heightens her enjoyment: she can torment Moshi by hurling herself at the mesh and barking without the slightest risk of getting her eyes clawed out.
She would love to chase Scal around the garden, Scal who isn’t as outraged as Moshi but is a little nervous of the newcomer so not ready to be chased, she hasn’t bought me back any of the flamboyant pods I throw for her but my, she makes me laugh.