In some cultures the foot of a rabbit is carried as an amulet, believed to bring good luck. At Tumbledown Farm it is carried by Stilton to be used in a game of fetch. I was busily trying to tie up my sweet peas in the veg garden earlier this afternoon then I put my hand down and felt something small and furry! To my horror it was a rabbit's foot. I had noticed out of the corner of my eye that Stilton had been playing with something with great energy for the last half hour. Until that moment I had been blissfully ignorant of what it was.
I immediately threw the foot away from me in disgust. However this instilled great delight in Stilton, a cat whose favourite game is fetch.
So he brought it back to me. And I threw away. It landed in the broad beans.
And he brought it back again. This game went on for some time. I suppose any other normal person would have been totally disgusted with him and not indulged him. This is Stilton's first summer of being outside. For the first five years of his life he has been a house cat. He is loving the great outdoors and he was so excited with his rabbit foot that I didn't have the heart to confiscate it. He was immensely proud of it.
A friend of mine this week has been worrying about her pal who is giving up all her time to help out her teenage daughter. Not having children myself I have been unable to offer any meaningful advice. This afternoon however I was considering her predicament and thinking about my own purr baby. After ten minutes of throwing Stilton's rabbit foot for him, I came to the conclusion that there are just some things that only a mother will do and it is probably best to just take a step back and let them get on with it!
Small victories - *Victory No. 1 * My computer is fixed and I didn't totally freak out when it decided to pack up in the first place! *Victory No. 2* The gauntlet was thrown...
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