The Big Bang

On Sunday morning I was in the garden, hanging out the washing in the sunshine, when I paused to stroke Cassie, our girl cat.

Suddenly there was an ENORMOUS crash which reverberated around the city. I checked for Apocalyptic horsemen galloping through the garden. I didn’t see any.

Cassie was no longer much in evidence either. One second she was basking on the lawn, having her head patted; the next she was a furry black streak, diving into the lilacs.

Then I remembered having heard that this was going to happen some Sunday morning soon, about 3 miles from where we live:

http://www.edinburghnp.org.uk/page/bhb_videogallery.aspx

This, then, was that Sunday.

Cassie tiptoed cautiously out of the lilacs and zoomed into the house. She retreated under the table and stayed there for some time.

A few moments later, Sirius, our boy cat – who had clearly been further away at the time of the Big Bang – dashed into the kitchen, panting and wild-eyed. His panicked gaze fell upon his food bowl and we could see him thinking: This might be my last meal! Better make it a good one! Rushing over, he started cramming cat biscuits into his mouth like a man in a pie-eating competition.

The pair of them still look suspiciously over their shoulders when they go outside.