I Have Something to Say
This is another cat story
When I was a schoolgirl I desperately wanted a bike even though I never mastered riding one. I figured I'd learn. Well, I lived in a terraced house with a lane that ran between my street and Union Street, and it just so happened that I was friendly with a girl in my class whose back gate into the lane was almost opposite mine. She had a bike.
It was winter, it went dark at about 4 pm, and this girl Alison let me wheel her bike up the lane, with the idea I'd prop it up outside her gate, she'd go in through her own front door (for a change) and I'd climb over my own gate.
So I proudly wheeled this bike over the cobbles, feeling wonderful. Up the dark lane. I took my time, savouring the bicycle under my control. And as I wheeled it something quite heavy hit me on the head, and glanced off. I nearly had a heart attack. Turned out that a cat high up on the wall used my head as a stepping stone to the other side.
When I was a schoolgirl I desperately wanted a bike even though I never mastered riding one. I figured I'd learn. Well, I lived in a terraced house with a lane that ran between my street and Union Street, and it just so happened that I was friendly with a girl in my class whose back gate into the lane was almost opposite mine. She had a bike.
It was winter, it went dark at about 4 pm, and this girl Alison let me wheel her bike up the lane, with the idea I'd prop it up outside her gate, she'd go in through her own front door (for a change) and I'd climb over my own gate.
So I proudly wheeled this bike over the cobbles, feeling wonderful. Up the dark lane. I took my time, savouring the bicycle under my control. And as I wheeled it something quite heavy hit me on the head, and glanced off. I nearly had a heart attack. Turned out that a cat high up on the wall used my head as a stepping stone to the other side.
