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Feline Friend

'He's very quiet...' I mouthed the words to my husband, having checked that our latest house-guest was comfortable in the back of the car. On the journey home, I mused on his Oriental handsomeness...

When we arrived at our villa, he looked pensive – nervous even. Hmm. Fortunately, in a very short space of time, he seemed to relax, although he refused our proffered refreshments. However, he soon found his voice and seemed to find our simple entertainments pleasing.

Later on, my husband and I commented on what a very warm evening it was, and getting warmer by the minute. Phew! It was at that point we realised that our house guest – unused to our remote control gadget – had inadvertently turned on the central heating. At least he had the decency to look bemused.
When we retired for the night, we left the door slightly ajar – with mixed feelings about our new guest. It must have been around one or two a.m. – my husband was gently snoring – when I was aware there was someone else in the room. Surely not Menez? For that is his name. His movements were stealthy. I lay very still, pretending to be asleep, and could hear my heart beating loudly. He wouldn't, would he? He did...He leapt – there is no other word for his action – on to me.

It is at this stage, that I must let the cat out of the bag, so to speak...for Menez is as feline as it is possible to be. When he leapt upon me, he was like a whirling dervish and performed several astonishing moves like a professional circus acrobat. He proceeded to wake up my husband by biting his nose, hardly likely to endear himself to my other half! And like a jet-propelled fur ball, he explored every corner of the bedroom in a few seconds. Then, temporarily exhausted, he settled on the sheet between us, and the three of us enjoyed one or two hours of welcome slumber.

It must have been between three or four a.m. when he decided to have a wash and brush up under my left boob – having a playful nibble in mid-ablutions. Enough was enough! I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and remonstrated with a sharp 'No! Naughty boy?!' firmly placing him on his bed. As our walls are not renowned for their thickness, goodness only knows what our neighbours must have thought!

Menez good behaviour was all too brief, and he was soon traversing the tops of our heads, bed-head and side-cupboards. Books and framed photos were sent floor-wards. Bereft of my usual ration of sleep, my patience was sorely tried...'Right, into the utility area with you, my lad!' I said. He miowed pitifully and I felt really mean as I closed the door. But he stopped after a while and curled up on his blanket.

After a few, blissfully undisturbed hours of shut-eye, we found him in deep slumber: a picture of smoky, cream and brown innocence. Ahh!
I wondered how we'd cope looking after this five-week old, utterly beguiling but wilful, mischievous little bundle of Siamese loveliness for a whole week!

Meet The Author...
Joy Lennick
Who Am I?

Most important 'jobs:' wife and mother to three sons. Hooked on reading and writing from a young age (wrote a simple play in junior school: acted on the stage). Joined the library at seven and that was it; the love affair continues...

First worked as a junior secretary, then secretary. Favourite job: A publishing company, Kaye & Ward in the City of London.

Apart from the odd poem, letter and article in magazines, and one poem read on Bournemouth radio, had various poems published in anthologies and won a few prizes. Ran my own Poetry Club for a while. Published: Celtic Cameos & Other Poems.

Factual books published: Running Your Own Small Hotel, & Jobs in Baking & Confectionery (Kogan Page Ltd., London), Updated two other author's books. As Biographer:Hurricane Halsey (True adventure), Memoir: My Gentle War; Faction novel: The Catalyst. Several short stories published in WordPlay anthologies (one winning lst prize through 'Writing' magazine as the best writing circle anthology of 2012 in the UK). A Group Leader for Creative Writing for the U3A group in Torrevieja, Spain.
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