Keogh the cat: goes wild in the country

By Keogh The Cat on Sep 3, 10 05:55 PM

Miaowww there, Keogh fans!

Exceedingly good time to be a country cat now the combine harvesters are out in force.

It's just a case of lying on the fringes of some far-off field, mouth open, and waiting for the spooked wildlife to run in. You've got to be careful for hedgehogs, however...and hares.

Nothing worse than a hare caught in the back of your throat.

It's a good year for the rodents, but you can overdose on small mammals and I've decided to cut down. No longer will I be having, 'one more for the rodent'.

Times of plenty, like these, make me realise how lucky I am to be a country cat.

I feel for our townie relatives, I really do. I mean, where's the sport in hunting down a half-eaten kebab? There's no skill in overpowering a discarded burger.

But the good times won't last. The nights are drawing in and there's a feel the season is changing. Of the Four Seasons, my favourite, by far, is Frankie Valli.

Autumn, which is round the corner, is depressing. What's the point in a 'carpet' of leaves if you can't sharpen your claws on it?

Winter is even worse. It's a dangerous times and you have to endure a number of narrow squeaks, which is slang for thin mice.

Maybe that's why they call it cross-mouse time?

I hope there won't be snow this winter. I still remember those terrible Winters years ago - Mike and Bernie.

The winter was so cold we didn't see the white cat next door for six weeks.

The humans enjoyed it, though. They built igloos...well, they didn't have loos, which made them just 'igs'