One of Waffles's habits is that if she has been outside, when she comes in, she
will run to me and if I am sitting down, she'll jump up on my lap, place her
front paws on my chest and the stick her nose as far as she can up my left
nostril, purr loudly and then rub her head along my face. When she was a
kitten, she used to do the same thing but with her fang. Her games of "How far
can the fang go up the hoomin nostril" were *interesting*, especially if she
did it at three in the morning after waking up from being curled up alongside
me and she decided that she had to wake me too...

This morning, as normal, Queen Of All She Surveys went out into the back garden
for her morning stroll. A few minutes later, I heard a muffled "Mowz! Mowz!"
call from the front door step. So I went to investigate. I saw Waffles sat
there and she immediately dropped a rabbit almost as big as she is from her
jaws. No wonder her calls were muffled, she had a mouth full of bloody rabbit
fur. The sight of a rabbit lying there, dead, with it's throat ripped open is
not the most pleasant thing to see at 7am. I immediately revisited my breakfast
whilst telephoning Huey via the downstairs cloakroom...

After a protracted call to Huey, I went to sit down on the sofa in the lounge,
to work up to removing the morning's feline offering to the dinner menu from
the front door step.

I sat down. Waffles immediately jumped up on me, and stuck her fang up my left
nostril, purring loudly.

I knew where that fang had been only minutes beforehand.

I was moved to have a deep and meaningful conversation with Huey once again.

I also found out that antiseptic up the nose is not an enjoyable experience.

Cheers, helen s

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