Where’s Butterscotch?
April 29th 2010 21:03
As a self employed audio visual man, Brett has to take whatever work he can get which is why I have not seen him for several weeks. We had taken holidays at the same time and had planned to spend time hanging out together until a client of his suddenly asked him if he was interested in doing an AV project for them. Brett said yes and next thing you knew, I was spending my holidays sans Brett which meant sans Butterscotch and Gingersnap. Instead, I spent my holidays catching up with Fred, moaning about my lack of feline contact.
Just as my holidays were about to finish, Brett told me he had finished the project and asked when I was free to catch up. I said now and next thing you knew, I was racing off to see my darling boys.
As usual, Gingersnap was sitting on top of Brett’s Chesterfield lounge.
“Where’s Butterscotch?” I asked him.
“He’s over there.”
I turned around. “Where?” I asked.
“In the corner.”
I almost jumped. He was tucked in this little corner on the kitchen counter, wedged behind the microwave and sitting right on top of Brett’s mail.
“Hello, husband,” I said.
Butterscotch simply looked at me. Before I had time to reach for my camera to record this cute but scary moment, he leapt off the counter and landed on the floor.
Later on, I noticed that their food bowl was empty. As if reading my mind, Gingersnap approached me and started rubbing his face against my legs before working on my hand. Then Butterscotch appeared. They then started following me around. I reached inside the cupboard and found the bag of cat food. I opened it and Butterscotch made a beeping sound. I poured the dried food out for them and Butterscotch started munching away.
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