Poor cat

St Jules

I was planning a silent Saturday but I've just spend a most frustrating afternoon in the chalet.

We agreed that J-J and Stephane could keep their tools in there and we knew they were also using it to shelter from the rain on and off.

As it was throwing down heavy rain when they left on Thursday evening J-J told me not to even look in the chalet as it was very dirty and they would return to clean it next week.

I was inclined to agree since I have plenty more chores to get on with without thinking about clearing up their mud.

However, I remembered this afternoon that they hadn't brought back their dirty coffee cups from the last cuppa I made them on Thursday afternoon, so I went to retrieve them, knowing that the chalet was full of mud and tools. What I hadn't expected to find was next-door's poor cat who had obviously been shut in there for 48 hours with no food or water. The poor thing shot out of the door and straight to drink from the swimming pool.

Jon was ahead of me, took one look in the chalet and walked away looking rather pale. I told him to get on with putting up my new shelves in the cellar and leave the clearing up to me.

Poor cat. We don't encourage it around as we have our own two to think of, but I wouldn't have wished to shut her in a chalet on her own for 2 days. The men had left some jars of pate, luckily still unopened, and some bread which she had tried to eat and which had obviously (not wanting to dwell on it) disagreed with her.

The poor thing must have been terrified but after a long drink she took herself off home leaving me to clean up after not only her but the pool guys as well.

I had planned a big cooking session this afternoon as we have friends over to lunch again tomorrow. I hope they like beans on toast!