Thursday, 28 August 2008

Snow

When I got home this afternoon one of the chooks had gotten out of their run. The signs were instantly readable: the chook left on her own was anxiously trotting back and forth behind the wire, and the new bok choi & broccoli plants had been pulled up and chucked on the ground. And then the escapee herself appeared around the corner of the house, closely shadowed by Pudd who never misses an opportunity to socialise with chickens.

I looked down at Pudd and noticed he had a post-it note tucked into his collar. My first thought was that the note was from him - 'pls can haz old catfud? New catfud horbl' etc, that sort of thing.

Then I realised some unknown person had put it there to communicate with Pudd's responsible adult. I was relieved to find it wasn't a death threat or a ransom note or report of bad behaviour.



Because I have iss-ews with the telephone it was Dorian that rang Terrie, who lives two doors down. I heard him saying she can keep calling Pudd Snow if she likes. It's unlikely to bother him being addressed as a girl either.

13 comments:

jac said...

That is a gorgeous note. I also have issues with the telephone. I can't text, either. Lucky I can type otherwise I would be a social outcast.

Pavlov's Cat said...

I think this story reflects well on everyone concerned.

genevieve said...

Lovely story, just lovely. And I did enjoy seeing that umbrella pic again. Must save it this time for my computer screensaver show.

I think the telephone is more irritating than email because you are stuck with a voicebox, and it's much easier to miss people several times. Once the email (or the SMS) is in the box, though, you have pretty much done your bit. Unless it ends up in a plumber's telephone on the Gold Coast, of course.

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

I have two regular visitors. One I call Janet, and the other Leonard. They are both gels, as far as I can tell, though my cat-sexing isn't infallible. I'm afraid to send Leonard and Janet home with notes, in case they turn out to be called Fluffy and Squidgypoo.

Kirsty said...

Are you sure that Pudd won't mind being called a girl? His ears seem to have gone back in that photo.

Ampersand Duck said...

I think he's tucking back to look more feminine...

Heh. I wonder how many bloggers do it because they have phone/ face-to-face/ general contacts issues? Count me in :)

Good on Terrie for harnessing teh awesum power of the post-it. How creative.

lucy tartan said...

It's impressive too that he didn't lose the note. (Although there's the possibilitiy that it's just the first one he hasn't managed to lose.)

He doesn't have an ID tag because of the losing them thing. Actually he bites them off. He can't quite reach the bell to tear it off, luckily.

librarygirl said...

I liked these small domestic mysteries ("The Case of the Missing Chook" and "The Mystery of the Labelled Cat...")
Been on the couch, sick, for five days, reading close to a thousand pages of two Tana French mysteries, so I am in the mood for intrigue.

lucy tartan said...

Hope you're feeling better now librarygirl.

TimT said...

Next thing you know, your chooks will be paying surreptitious visits next door too.

librarygirl said...

Much better thanks Laura - now almost over the crappy throat infection and weird energy-sucking virus that went with it. Looking forward to weeding the vegie garden and staking broad beans in the sun over the weekend.

Pavlov's Cat said...

Sorry about OT -- but has Tana French written another book? Lead me to it!

librarygirl said...

Re Tana French - yes, another one about the Dublin murder squad - called The Likeness. Borrows heavily from The Secret History, but if you loved In the Woods, you'll enjoy this latest one.
(sorry Laura for filling up your comments with book reviews).