Yesterday, at dinner time, I went to pick up her dish. It’s a hard plastic throwaway from a fast food restaurant that was used as a paint dish and recycled. Suitable for a stray cat. Not on the floor of the back balcony. I peeped over the seat.
I grumbled, replaced my slippers with my plastic flip-flops and went in search. Down the balcony steps, around the patio and criss crossed the wild garden full of marigolds and papaya trees.
Ou went to search. Said the wind must have blown it somewhere. Couldn’t find it. By this time Tigger was growling and about to tear my leg off, so I replaced her lost dish with a plastic box-type container. Fed her.
This morning, I went in search again. Could have won an orienteering prize, but still no dish. So I sat down and had a think – eliminated the impossible, and settled on this theory. Sometimes Tigger leaves a few grains of rice in the dish. Birds come – very aggressive these ones, as big as magpies and similar behaviour.
I think one bird stole the dish.
What do you think?