Further
to my last diatribe with reference to the kitchen bin, I can now reveal the
culprit (s). It is 4.00 am and all is quiet in the house, not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse. Not in the kitchen anyway,
until – that is – Morticia appears on
an evening pad around the joint. Completely ignoring the bin at first, she is
soon back to remove a scrunched up kitchen towel, then back for something else,
and then on the third not-so-delicate pick, down the bin goes.
But she doesn’t do much after that except for
investigating the folded up empty fish and chip box. Then into shot comes Lilith. Hmm has this whole exercise merely been a
training session for Lilith to learn how to hunt kitchen bins? Nearly an hour
later Lilith appears slightly bored and wanders off, but comes back, listens to
a few more instructions on disembowelling methods, and then disappears again.
PPS:
And it has since transpired that Morticia is a well-known felon and certainly
not new to this kind of crime. I have it
on good authority that the bin at her previous abode suffered similar indignities.
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