This is a story about Bootsy, little T’s two-year-old cat who sometimes thinks she’s a dog.
Last bank holiday Monday, we went on a little hiking adventure down in Valency valley, near where we live. Bootsy was lounging lazily by the parking-lot near our house, when she saw us walk out the door. It didn’t really come as a surprise when she decided to follow us. She probably thought, “There goes my little human, she goes – therefore, I follow”.
At first, we all thought she was just going to follow for a while and then get bored, and head for a different direction.
So off we trotted from our house, then she crossed the main road and I thought she was going somewhere else.
But then she crossed it and decided to re-join us once again.
Cotton Bottom (T’s doll), decided to ask for a lift from Little T’s Dad. He put her safely in his backpack.
Following the leader, the leader, the leader ….
“You don’t need to follow us Bootsy” I said to her as I passed her perched on the wooden gate.
“But I do want to follow” She said. At this point though, as we were crossing the fields, I was worried that if she follows us any further, she might not find her way home and tried to shoo her away.
Did she listen? Of course not. She is after all little T’s cat, as stubborn as her human.
So she kept following, even if Doc was up on her trail. She just kept moving.
Baa! Baa! Baa! Baa!
“Look at that cat following the people. Does she think she’s a dog?” Says the sheep.
Our strange procession of two adults, one little girl, a numpty dog and a stubborn cat were headed for Minster, a church which was built during the Norman times and is located in St. Peter’s Woods.
Are we there yet?
“Almost there” Little T said to Bootsy the cat.
Once we reached the gate, little Bootsy wasn’t so sure if she wanted to go in.
But she did.
There wasn’t any turning back now. She had to come with us, otherwise, she’d get lost and won’t be able to find her way home.
A few steps inside St. Peter’s woods. We met the first family of dog walkers. The cat scampered away. But thankfully, restored her place in our little procession.
Down, down, down till we reached the Valency river.
Little T and her dad played Pooh sticks on the bridge.
The cat wasn’t impressed and got bored with the game.
And there she is watching T’s dad give Doc a bath in the river.
Which he hated, but little T’s dad had to try to get off the cow dung that clung to his fur when he rolled into it on the fields. As you can see from the photo, Doc isn’t a big fan of water.
When that was done, we continued with our walk, with little T on her dad’s shoulders.
And then we met the second family of dog walkers. There’s Bootsy seeking refuge on the tree and little T and her dad coaxing her to come done.
She did, after a while, but kept a safe distance away from us, in case there were more dog-walkers.
And of course there were more, so up the second tree she went. And then got stuck and didn’t know how to get down.
After about twenty minutes of cajoling, she finally found a way to get down.
“I’m not liking this anymore” Says the cat.
“We didn’t ask you to come along”
Then all hell broke loose again. This time we met one dog family after the other and Boots refused to budge. She stayed on that tree and no amount of persuasion would convince her to come off it. “I’m done” She said. “I’ve had it” and disappeared into the woods.
For awhile, she would still answer when we called her. So we waited, hoping she’d get over sulking and follow us back home. Our original plan was to go down in the valley, pass through the village and up the coast once again. But then we knew that it would probably be too much for the cat. So we decided to retrace our steps up the valley, through the woods, up the hills back to our home, hoping Bootsy would follow us once again.
But she stopped answering our calls. After waiting and calling for some time, we decided to call it a day. And we thought – she is after all, a cat right? Surely she’ll be able to find her way home. Going back up, we kept calling her, hoping she’d follow our voices.
We saw the same sheep again on our way back home.
Baa! Baa! Baah!
“Stupid cat got lost in the woods! Will she ever find her way back home?”
To be continued…
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