Mother’s Day. Never an easy day. I woke up in Brecon. We packed up the lovely cottage. We gradually got ourselves together and left in time for checkout. That place was amazing.
We drove up to Pelsall. I’ve spent a while now on that sofa over time, making polite conversation with Lou’s mum and dad. We had thought through a few topics before we arrived. My emergency dad topic was ferrets. I made use of it and indeed it bore fruit. He remembered another application of ferrets from his youth. Find a rabbit hole. Work out where the escape route is. Send ferret down one hole, fix net around the other hole. Wait a few minutes. Rabbit supper, so long as you are up for the messy business of humanely killing them and then skinning. I’m not sure how I would kill a rabbit in a net, now I think of it. I wouldn’t want to club or drown it, too hands on. I’m not dissociated enough to freeze it. I think I would have to be waiting at the other hole with a rifle. Let it run a bit and see if I can roll it. If I can’t that’s my lookout. But then I would also have to skin and prepare it myself. That’ll be unpleasant but if I’m gonna be a carnivore I can’t be squeamish. Tristan taught me how to deal with the gutting and giblet removal, I could do that bit. A lot of work and misery though, for something that’s so lean that if you only eat rabbit you’ll eventually starve to death, it has actually happened. You need fat pretty quickly.
A lovely few hours though hanging with that old couple. Now she’s back in Brighton and I’m here in London with the cats again. Misty is trying to crawl into my armpit and assimilate with me, Boo is observing proceedings with disinterest from her post near my feet. All is well.
I think I need to move to the countryside, but my menagerie is ever growing. I don’t really care to have a dog but Lou will have one. Cats of course. And it seems I just prefer predators. I would love to have a hawk. And a ferret. Maybe next time around. Unless something massive changes financially. Which I’m always ready for. Come on lucky madness. I’m right here for you. It all might work out strangely. You never know.
I’m off to dream with the cats.
AlBarclay 