At first it just looked like an opportunity on the distant horizon. Perhaps opportunity conveys an element of pro-activity to it though? Opportunity, after all, suggests that the opportunity seeker would need to act in some way to take advantage of said….opportunity. So it wasn’t such a beast, it was something very different.
With the benefit of hindsight, it turned out to be something of an inevitability, an, as judged at this very minute by a decidedly ungrateful and idle so and so, an un-welcome one too. One that was slept-walked into without thought, quest or awareness. As Homer Simpson would say, ‘Doh’. Only with him it wouldn’t matter because next week he’s be in a new episode doing new things and coming out of it rather well, usually. Not so in the case in point here.
There are two words that describe the chap that now finds himself where he is. Cupid stunt.
Baffled and bemused, a touch sorry for himself (un-warranted) and wondering what to do next. Crikey what a 2 and 8 no mistake guvnor. Snap out of it man. Besides, mum’s on the mend, bro’s doing well, nephews are sorted and Bigbadtom has been neutered and had his bad bits mended. The vet found an old airgun pellet lodged in him. Nuff said about arseholes already so I won’t continue here.
Anyway he’s turned into the cutest of cutest rescue tom-mogs and is absolutely gorgeous to have around the towers.
Even better, drunky nunky seems to have found a great enthusiasm for home and life in general. This has NEVER been seen before and is a wonder to behold. Truly. A great wonder.
How could anyone be feeling sorry for himself with all this good news and happy events? They can’t be of course. Allatsea has just realised this and is shamed.
Onwards, spring is coming and with it warmth and regeneration. Lovely.