Mardi 05.06.07 When the cats away
The little weasels have left a present outside our door this morning. Thank goodness for glass-paned doors are all I can say. I’m usually pretty alert in the mornings but it would probably be the one time I step out barefooted on the terrace only to stick my foot on the slimy, stinking innards of a slaughtered mouse. The Cat Clan haven’t had the patience to let me appreciate their present as they’re already feasting on the poor creature. Rowan and two of her kittens are sniffing around the dead rodent but once I open the door they look up at me with such inquisitive hanging expressions as to ask, “Are you pleased Mistress?” I’m anything but pleased and I think they get the point when I douse them in water.
But it probably wasn’t such as good idea to shoo them away so soon because the split mouse and all his innards, waste and wee are still there obstructing both the kitchen door and Nicola’s bedroom door. There’s also a sinister looking bundle of guts under the canopy in front of the fridge. Rowan returns, picks up the mouse and I shoo her into the forest relived that I don’t have remove the rodent. Copious amounts of tissues, plastic bags and bleach are used to wipe up most of the mess before I reapply tissue and bleach to mark out the crime scene and to warn Nic about stepping out. She’s still asleep and I sneak into her room to pin a warning to the inside of her outside door.
She’s not working today and I’ve asked her to consult the landlady about getting mesh put up. Natalie’s line of action however sounds rather drastic. She assures Nicola that the janitor and a black bin bag will see to the removal of our pest pets. Oh. I didn’t want that to be the solution but I don’t want to wake up every morning to find a mouse, manicou or worse on our doorstep. I hope Rowan’s ears are as sharp as her claws.
I’ve no CM2 classes today as they’re off to a recycling seminar at Madiana. I can believe that I’m only hearing this ten minutes before we start class. They invite me along but of course I’ve other class commitments. I often think that things happen for a reason and the free time comes in handy as I get to add my personal observations and comments to the Passerelle documents for each pupil going to collège next year.
I tell Madame Dô that I’m leaving Martinique soon and will only be in school for another week. She’s normally a nod-and-acknowledge kind of person but today she has some commentary to add. Let’s go party! Pardon? Madame la Directrice is suggesting that we go bogey-bogey somewhere (namely Anse Mitan) for a farewell. Surprised? Yes. Hopeful? No.
I scout for souvenirs around town. My 25kg won’t afford me a lot of knick-knacks but some authentic rum glasses would be nice.
While Nic hits the beach I do crosswords – kindly sent by Fergal and graciously received by me. I spend half the time running out to the terrace with a jug of water to scare away the cats. The cat-catcher may have horrible uses for black bin-bags but we decide to sellotape some to the railings to prevent the creatures from coming over to the dark side again. It’s soon time for us to put out our lights so it’s soon kiss-kiss, brush-brush and snooze-snooze…
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