I wouldn´t try to purrsuade you if I thought the situation would be dangerous now would I?
If you think pawsitively, you´ll be alright.
But why does he have to lie around the entrance to our kingdom? He doesn´t usually sleep there. He´s not supposed to be there either. He doesn´t live there. He looks like he´s guarding our place of abode.
I don´t like it. I don´t like it at all.
If life was always without adventure, there wouldn´t be much purrpose to life.
We´ll be OK. Just wait and see.
Now come on, let´s slip by him and sneek into our house. I´m not letting him dictate what I should and should not do.
I´m a cat and proud of it! 🙂
Mr Midnight had figured out that the only way to get past the sentinel was to approach from the west, using the cover of the potting shed and the glare of the “big, warm round thing in the sky” so as to partially blind the sentinel from their approach. The slight eastily breeze would also help disguise any cat odours and hopefully, keep them undetected. At least that was the plan.
Stay close and follow me. I know what I´m doing.
Mr Midnight suddenly sprang up and looking sharply left and right, he darted across the road, dived through the hole in the hedge, crept the length of the hedge, and then made a short dash for it where he eventually ended up crouching at one of the corners of the potting shed.
Sir Winston, still nervous as hell, blindly followed and seconds later, was lying besides Mr Midnight, wondering to himself what the next step would be.
Let me make a reccy so I can work out the “lay of the land”.
Keep your calm.
Do as the english people do Sir Winston – “Keep calm and drink tea”. It´s just a pity we haven´t remembered to bring any provisions on our excursion. We´ll deal with the “tea problem” later, if we manage to make it to base.
Pull yourself together SIr Winston. Just think of daddy. He´s from a place people call England and they like keeping their upper lips quite stiff on occasions such as these.
But please don´t grin like Cheshire Cat. If you do, your spectacular wide grin may probably catch the attention of the enemy and give our position away.
The sun was now at its highest and the heat and tension of the “final approach” was virtually unbearable.
Move! move! move!.
They craftily wriggled their way along the side of the house, using the rose bushes as cover, and slowly inched their way through the dense foilage towards the entrance of the house.
Bandits! Bandits! Bandits!
He´s awaking from his slumber.
The air was thick and heavy and Sir Winston was totally mesmerised by what he had seen. His mouth felt dry and his four legs felt as though they were made out of lead. His eyes were transfixed on the object guarding his kingdom. The accompanying smell from “the beast” wafted into Sir Winstons nostrils, making him feel quite agitated and queasy.
The pupils of Mr Midnight´s eyes were suddenly large and as black as the night. Although it was daytime, he had switched his night-sights on with which to observe his foe more clearly.
I´m having nothing of it. Not on your nelly!
We´ve got this far so we´ll make it to the drop zone.
Look, he´s just moving into a more comfortable position that´s all. He´s such a lazy thing. Even if he does detect our presence, I doubt that he´d be bothered to go chasing after us because it´s too hot and I saw him eating a little while ago. He has such a voracious appetite that his stomach must be full.
…… which reminds me. It´s nearly time for our lunch Sir Winston.
Slowly does it, and keep close to me. Stay on my left flank. You´ll be safe there, just in case we have to take some stick. (I love food sticks) 🙂
They took their time on their final approach, ducking and crawling through the dense vegetation which leads up to the steps of the house. At this point, they both switched into “stealth mode”, stalking at their very best, and silently trotted past the sentry and up the steps to the apartment of their kingdom.
You see, if you believe in yourself you can do anything. Nothing´s impawssible! 🙂
Thank you for your kind support Mr Midnight. I don´t know what I would have done without you. I would most likely still be out there, trapped in the heat and dense vegetation without anything to drink.
To show my gratitude, you can have my portion of Greek yogurt tonight.
After having nourished himself, Sir Winston then padded into one of the back rooms to have a lie down with which to relax from his morning ordeal.
Mr Midnight went out again and approached the figure lying infront of the house steps.
Mr Midnight had kindly invited the next door neighbours dog, Mr Dog, to “play-along” with his little prank, with the intention of helping Sir Winston gain more confidence.
Although a little cruel, I only wanted to try and relieve him of his fears and force him to believe in himself a little more. He needs so much reassurance. I hope he learnt something today through the aid of my little exploit. 🙂
Give me a big five Mr Dog! 🙂
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