Saffy the cat is smarting.....if you have met Saffy the ancient British Blue, the prospect of her smarting would terrify most people of a nervous disposition - she is probably the fiercest, feistyest cat in the world. Tiny she may be, elderly she may be, frail she may be but she has the self belief of the most self confident evangelist.
She has a voice that would fill the Albert Hall and can quell any rebellion with the tiniest glance of displeasure. In short, she is a benevolent tyrant....that's being polite about it. What mum and dad say about living beneath her paw cannot be repeated in good society. But let us call it close to slavery.
At some point, someone who shall remain nameless, left the wardrobe door open. At some point later in the evening, said Saffy entered said wardrobe, settling on some nice soft merino wool sweaters, and went to sleep. At some point even later in the evening, Dad for once decided to put away his jacket rather than leave it draped on whatever he passed on the way from the outside door to the bedroom, hung his jacket in said wardrobe and closed the door.
At some point next morning, it was noticed that Saffy was not lined up for breakfast. At some point very very soon after noticing that Saffy, who acts as an alarm clock for the entire house, was missing from breakfast roll call, Saffy was discovered in the wardrobe, spitting feathers. An immediate rescue was effected and Saffy was restored to something akin to good spirits by a tin of extremely expensive cat food.
At some point shortly after that, mum began laundering the merino wool sweaters that Saffy had used as a litter tray.
Moral of the story is this is what happens when dad changes the habit of a lifetime and becomes tidy.
