Noodley
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... disappeared just over a year ago....then with just a tiny mew Oscar jumped up on my lap and settled down as if nowt had happened.
I think the word of the cool kids is "sweet".
... disappeared just over a year ago....then with just a tiny mew Oscar jumped up on my lap and settled down as if nowt had happened.
Mystery solved.It turns out that some folk down the road take part in a scheme whereby caravanners can stop the night for free. A family from Paris took advantage on the way to the Pyrenees last year, left a door open, and didn't check the bunks before they left. They got to Cauterets before Oscar made his presence known. Not knowing where he had got on, they did the only sensible thing and kept him. Apparently he loved that caravan, he spent a fortnight in the Pyrenees, visited the Brittany coast and Normandy for weekends, had Xmas in Strasbourg, and went to Chamonix in February. Then as his servants were making their way to their usual holiday haunts, they stopped off at the same farm. Oscar slipped out of the door, crossed the road and made his way back to his old hunting grounds. His people where distraught and asked the household to keep an eye out for him. This afternoon Mme Syrphe spoke to the mistress of the house who asked her if she had seen any odd cats about and gave a description of a piebald tom. "Ah!" said Mme Syrphe "that sounds like our Oscar..."
Mystery solved.It turns out that some folk down the road take part in a scheme whereby caravanners can stop the night for free. A family from Paris took advantage on the way to the Pyrenees last year, left a door open, and didn't check the bunks before they left. They got to Cauterets before Oscar made his presence known. Not knowing where he had got on, they did the only sensible thing and kept him. Apparently he loved that caravan, he spent a fortnight in the Pyrenees, visited the Brittany coast and Normandy for weekends, had Xmas in Strasbourg, and went to Chamonix in February. Then as his servants were making their way to their usual holiday haunts, they stopped off at the same farm. Oscar slipped out of the door, crossed the road and made his way back to his old hunting grounds. His people where distraught and asked the household to keep an eye out for him. This afternoon Mme Syrphe spoke to the mistress of the house who asked her if she had seen any odd cats about and gave a description of a piebald tom. "Ah!" said Mme Syrphe "that sounds like our Oscar..."
See, gap year with a French family touring Europe.Gap year?
Good to hear he is back.
Mystery solved.It turns out that some folk down the road take part in a scheme whereby caravanners can stop the night for free. A family from Paris took advantage on the way to the Pyrenees last year, left a door open, and didn't check the bunks before they left. They got to Cauterets before Oscar made his presence known. Not knowing where he had got on, they did the only sensible thing and kept him. Apparently he loved that caravan, he spent a fortnight in the Pyrenees, visited the Brittany coast and Normandy for weekends, had Xmas in Strasbourg, and went to Chamonix in February. Then as his servants were making their way to their usual holiday haunts, they stopped off at the same farm. Oscar slipped out of the door, crossed the road and made his way back to his old hunting grounds. His people where distraught and asked the household to keep an eye out for him. This afternoon Mme Syrphe spoke to the mistress of the house who asked her if she had seen any odd cats about and gave a description of a piebald tom. "Ah!" said Mme Syrphe "that sounds like our Oscar..."
Cats do exist in a parallel universe..
I hope not, the vicious things are bad enough in this one as it is!
Oscar and his very own Tour de France.
Great story.