Ferdinand, our big cat has been missing since yesterday. I do not know if he jumped from the balcony or is simply slipped while attempting a hundredth acrobatics. I would rather for the latter hypothesis because if he wanted to go exploring, it would long he would have done. Fortunately, there was no cat crashed down from the balcony ... It would seem that it is unharmed by his fall or break her.
When I woke up yesterday morning there was a long thin branch at the entrance door of my room, which is very surprising since a fairly large living room separates our the pulpit. This can be the wind that has brought to the room. It can therefore only be a cat. Would it Elstir or Badria we brought it to show us the downfall of Ferdinand? What gnaws my blood, I think I may have seen the famous industry before going to bed. I do not know, I was so tired. In such a case, it would mean that I could not observe the signs and if I had, I might have found Ferdinand immediately. Amelia said it was useless to think about such things. She is probably right.
So we polled our hometown last night looking in all the cars and searching as many potential hiding places. God knows they are many. There are so many streets, so many bushes, so below balconies. The amount of hiding places is infinite. Maybe he is now happily frolicking in the neighborhood, starting in sprints incredible, hunting mice, voles and unwary birds facing the ground. Perhaps too busy there to try to dominate other cats in the neighborhood. Fern is a thug , an alpha male, a massive big cat ... but oh so tender! When we start to wake up morning, he lies down on us and purr purrs its exceptionally to shake the earth. (Seriously, never have I heard so powerful purr!)
But not this morning, of course. I woke up an hour earlier than usual. I thought it was perhaps a sign that perhaps Ferdinand wait on the doorstep. Eyes barely open, so I descended the steps of our staircase that leads up to the front door, second floor. Ferdinand was pas là, bien sûr. (Bien sûr, puisque je ne raconterais pas l'histoire ainsi.)
Me voilà donc sur le balcon avant à la première heure, en train d'écrire tout en demeurant attentive aux potentiels cris stridents ferdinandiens qui pourraient percer la relative tranquillité du matin.
J'essaie d'imaginer où je me terrerais si j'étais Ferdinand. Je n'en sais foutrement rien. Ah si je pouvais apprendre ce qui se passe dans la tête de mes félins. Ça me fait penser à une passionnante émission de Radiolab I listened yesterday "Animal Minds" , where we pondered this mystery that constitutes the spirit of the animals. Perhaps I will come back later. Maybe not. There are elements so exciting, I do not want to steal punches!
The Fern:
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