Spies are everywhere and you can’t know who to trust. John, the window cleaner, arrived the other day. I remember him; he has a nice comfortable van and ham sandwiches. Before our Greek interlude, I used to climb into his van and he would share lunch with me.
At the time he arrived today, I was supervising the painter
finishing off the new cupboards upstairs.
Mr B was out somewhere and F was probably in London. Neil, the painter, conveniently left the door
open to the street and I was able to go out and give John and his van the once
over (just to make sure, you know, that it still contained ham
sandwiches). It was the middle of the afternoon
and I was advised the ham sandwiches had been consumed so I strolled back in to
finish the supervision of painting.
Unbeknownst to me Mr B, on his way home, encountered John at
another window cleaning job along the street and there was a conversation in
which John spilled the beans about me ‘checking on the window cleaning’.
Snitch!
There are eyes and ears everywhere Mr T. You have no secrets any more.
ReplyDeleteStrange old world JayCee when a cat can't even slope off to attend to digging a hole without it being reported on by someone.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteJust can't trust any-buddy these days, Tigger mate. Trust betrayed cuts deeper than love lost. As for the non-sharing of the ham sangers... well, maybe you should open the yellow pages (do they even still exist) and direct Mr B toward other window cleaning services! Then again, now John knows you are back on territory, pawhaps he will come seeking to make amends next visit... Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx
Other window cleaners might have peanut butter and jam sandwiches and that would be a darned shame. At least with John I stand a chance of a smakerel of ham. Furrings and purrings Mr T
DeleteNext time Tigger, try to make sure John arrives earlier in the day, before he has consumed his ham sandwiches.
ReplyDeleteToodle-oo!
Nobby.
Or make sure that he understands that some has to be kept in reserve if approaching No 12 in the afternoons.
DeleteI am so glad you are safe, open doors scare me silly. you are such a great snoopervisor, so you were ratted out by the window cleaner. Tell F I don't care for eggs and find it difficult to eat them if I have to cook them myself. i find it hard to get enough protein, eggs it is... I hide them in yummy cheese and breaded stuff so i don't know i am eating them. Beau says he could eat that whole thing in one or two bites and would if unattended.
ReplyDeleteMy humans worry too much. I have a well developed sense of self-preservation (after all, I chose to live with them didn't I?) Hmmm - eggs - F hides them in a quiche full of those vegetable things she eats - today's was leek and bacon.
DeleteHaha - snitch indeed. Oscar decided today that he was made of sugar and that should he go outside he would clearly dissolve...
ReplyDeleteHe is probably right - the weather has been most inclement and Oscar doesn't have the shaggiest of coats does he?
DeleteThe humarazzi! They're everywhere. Can't get a private breath.
ReplyDeleteSo right Boud - they even track my door openings with that chip thing in my neck.
DeleteBig brother is always watching lol
ReplyDeleteIt’s just not right
Hmmm - I challenge Big Bro to find me under the shed.
DeleteYou do a grand job, Mr T - don't be put off by human peccadilloes . . .
ReplyDeleteIt is not easy supervising multiple workers doing different jobs in different places.
DeleteDo you seek revenge Tigger?
ReplyDeletePlanning revenge is exhausting Dave - I save my energy and attention for other pursuits.
DeleteNot nice when you get dobbed in by a mate. It looks like you’ve been put in your ‘room with a view ‘ with the instructions to ‘think about the error of your ways’.
ReplyDeleteI am always right Cathy. That is a cat's burden in this world - to be always right.
DeleteI shall remember that - everybody, everywhere, all at once. So you are saying no one and nowhere is safe?
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