Peanut takes a bath
Well, Peanut spent her first night outdoors last night. Unintentionally, I have to admit. We did think it was a bit funny when she wasn’t around when we went to bed, but she often hides in strange places so we didn’t think too much of it. Then, in the middle of the night, I was woken by Hubby rolling up one of the blinds in our bedroom. He often does odd things in his sleep, so I sneakily watched, thinking I’d have something to rib him about in the morning. Things got odder when he opened the window, reached down and produced…a meowling white Peanut! Somehow, probably when we were taking the bins out last night, she had slipped out of the door and got shut outside. She was very purry and happy to see us and spent the rest of the night on our bed, revving like a sports car.
The next morning, when we finally took a look at her, it transpired that she might have investigated the cars as she was covered in black greasy splodges, all down her back and head. This called for a bath – not something I was looking forward to, as I could imagine it would be something akin to getting on the wrong side of Edward Scissorhands. As it happened, I escaped with only minor lacerations but was a bit disappointed to discover that most of the oil hadn’t come off. So now she’s recovered from us all laughing at her (I know, they’re very sensitive, but she looked like a very cross, spiky Yoda), she’s sulking in the airing cupboard. Bless.
