Dirtylitterboxo
A new friend
Saturday, 17 April 2004
This morning was yet another gloriously sunny Spring morning
in deepest rural Norfolk. So once again I nagged,
encouraged, Vernon and Nathan that we really should make the
most of the pleasant weather to go for a short jaunt on the
bikes. I got Vernon to raise the saddle on Luigi for me, as
yesterday I found it a tad low. Saddle adjusted, we set off,
for a pootle. Nathan sped off for a fast pootle, Vernon an
intermediate pootle and yours truly a slow pootle.
Riding Luigi is really comfortable now I have the saddle to
the correct height. That, combined with birdsong in the air
and lambs in the fields, made for a lovely jaunt. Almost
back home, in the neighbouring village of Beeston, is a
small corner shop with post office. This has now become a
stopping place as outside the shop I noticed something new;
a table, chairs and parasol for shade. A new coffee stop!
Vernon, Nathan and I were the very first customers. One must
support local businesses, even though home is only a few
minutes away ;-) Vernon and I shared a cafetiere of strong,
freshly brewed coffee whilst Nathan had a glass of cola. I
then found I had a new friend. Along came a little tabby.
She meowed, she purred, and she head-butted my shins and
blinked her lovely green eyes at me whilst twitching her
white whiskers. So I gave her an ear-scritch, purred and
chirruped back at her. I then got the feline wide-eyed look
of "Good grief, it speaks cat!" which was followed by her
giving me even more head-butts with even louder purrs. This,
in turn, led to me giving her even more ear-scritches. If I
stopped for a second, I was reminded that I should continue
by her giving a little meow and putting her head in my hand.
The she decided she was going to inspect me closely and
jumped up. A cuddle resulted where I was the recipient of
multitudinous feline nose-touches and head-rubs on my cheek.
The cat is owned by the people who have the shop and she's a
rescue cat named "Torville". She is a sweet-natured little
thing and I think I've made a new friend. Torville is very
good PR for her humans' coffee shop :-)
Cheers, helen s
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Saturday, 17 April 2004
This morning was yet another gloriously sunny Spring morning
in deepest rural Norfolk. So once again I nagged,
encouraged, Vernon and Nathan that we really should make the
most of the pleasant weather to go for a short jaunt on the
bikes. I got Vernon to raise the saddle on Luigi for me, as
yesterday I found it a tad low. Saddle adjusted, we set off,
for a pootle. Nathan sped off for a fast pootle, Vernon an
intermediate pootle and yours truly a slow pootle.
Riding Luigi is really comfortable now I have the saddle to
the correct height. That, combined with birdsong in the air
and lambs in the fields, made for a lovely jaunt. Almost
back home, in the neighbouring village of Beeston, is a
small corner shop with post office. This has now become a
stopping place as outside the shop I noticed something new;
a table, chairs and parasol for shade. A new coffee stop!
Vernon, Nathan and I were the very first customers. One must
support local businesses, even though home is only a few
minutes away ;-) Vernon and I shared a cafetiere of strong,
freshly brewed coffee whilst Nathan had a glass of cola. I
then found I had a new friend. Along came a little tabby.
She meowed, she purred, and she head-butted my shins and
blinked her lovely green eyes at me whilst twitching her
white whiskers. So I gave her an ear-scritch, purred and
chirruped back at her. I then got the feline wide-eyed look
of "Good grief, it speaks cat!" which was followed by her
giving me even more head-butts with even louder purrs. This,
in turn, led to me giving her even more ear-scritches. If I
stopped for a second, I was reminded that I should continue
by her giving a little meow and putting her head in my hand.
The she decided she was going to inspect me closely and
jumped up. A cuddle resulted where I was the recipient of
multitudinous feline nose-touches and head-rubs on my cheek.
The cat is owned by the people who have the shop and she's a
rescue cat named "Torville". She is a sweet-natured little
thing and I think I've made a new friend. Torville is very
good PR for her humans' coffee shop :-)
Cheers, helen s
--This is an invalid email address to avoid spam-- to get
correct one remove fame & fortune
h*$el*$$e*nd**$o$ts**i*$*$m*m$o*n*s@$*a$o*l.c**$om$
--Due to financial crisis the light at the end of the tunnel
is switched off--
