Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Thursday, 7 January 2016
New discoveries about Domino
My wife recently discovered a few things about our resident cat Domino. She spoke with an old lady who lives on ground floor and her son. She has limited mobility and sometimes needs a wheelchair. We knew she was sometimes letting Domino in and spending the afternoon with her, we had pondered to talk to her for a while, but were hesitant as we didn't want to be perceived as catnappers. On the contrary, she was really glad we are looking after him. She calls him Pussyfat and I hope it is not since we started feeding him. Apparently, he does not eat much with her. He is also called Smudge by her helper's children. He also loves hunting birds in the garden. Apparently, he once came to her flat covered with blood from one of his preys. This comes as no surprise to us. Domino just looks and acts like a hunter. Anyway, he seems to be doing little else at her place than sleep, which is exactly what he does here, apart from eating or asking for food. Which he does in no uncertain way, as you can see on this picture. It makes me wonder if he doesn't see us merely as conveniences.