Sorry no pictures today...You'll just have to imagine the scene.
It was time for freedom. I left the door open. Whiskey crept out of her darkened room (some poetic licence here), to explore the wilderness of Liz's bedroom (and it is a wilderness...over ten years of teaching creates some mounds of paperwork...must sort through.). A whole morning of exploring: three windows to look through; two beds to hide under; paper mountains to climb and...a bed to wee on. (We'll quickly move on...)
Sniffer's morning: Exhausting walk around a carboot sale. Too hot, pant, pant, too hot...ooo, a dog...pant, pant, too hot...must sit here...oooh, a very muddy puddle...must, must, must walk in, drink and drink...ahhhhhh!
2pm: Cat meets dog
Liz: I can't find Whiskey. She must be here somewhere. She's very quiet.
I begin to wonder if she is moving from one room to another as I search. Ninja cat.
Sniffer don't...
Too late.
Sniffer is under the bed. She is snuffling and hoovering up scent. A low growl. A frantic scamper of nails on floor. Sniffer is out. Ahhhh, there's the cat.
Hisssssssssssss. Whiskey is twice the size and ready to fight.
Sniffer scarpers.
After that, it was a pretty quiet day.
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