It is a funny thing but after almost a year blogging I have never mentioned Bernard*. Bernard is our cat, or in some circumstances our youngest son. We obtained Bernard when we realised that it would be a good idea for Little B to have little brother to care for. That concept unsurprisingly has never really worked out. Mostly because Bernard has his own ideas about recreational activities, suits himself and is completely independent. Oh, and ALOT of fuss is made by his older human brother when asked to get the cat food.
Bernard couldn’t ever be described as needy – our relationship is on his terms. He is handsome, elegant and cheeky. Big B and I often comment that Bernard is probably best described by Eddie Izzard’s sketch on Pavlov’s cat
On November 5th we had a wonderful time with friends at our own firework party. We were secure in the knowledge that Bernard was snugly tucked up indoors away from the Big Bangs. However late at night, when all the festivities were over we couldn’t find him. He was not in any of the usual haunts. Even though I was feeling a bit poorly and running a temperature I doned my dressing gown and slippers and rushed out to the garage, scouted round the garden and returned to bed, very perturbed.
It occurred to me that it is circumstances like this which make you realise how much our fluffy little friends wheedle themselves into our hearts. Love creeps up on you when you weren’t looking. I was relieved and really quite happy that a wet nose woke me up at 5am. Now that is love, not so much creeping but pouncing.
(* some names may have been changed to protect the not so innocent)
So glad he came back – hope you are feeling better too. xx