Cry wolf

There was a timid knock at the door. I opened it to discover a diminutive child…..a little girl, a grandchild of one of the neighbours. She was visiting to report that our cat had been injured in a cat fight. I wish I could conjure up her vivid descriptions accompanied with eyes rolling and remonstrances against the aggressor. She could not be faulted, except in her recollection of Fox’s name. (Regular readers will know that Fox is a ginger tom, named after Fox Moulder of the X-Files.)

Diminutive child: And Wolf was bleeding….

Me: It’s OK, he will mend.

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