This Christmas, a few of our friends decided that our cat Scooter warranted a present, and so we had some surprises for him this morning. In fact, as my wife Jan and I finished our Christmas morning breakfast, we gave Scooter the honour of receiving the first present of the day.
(The huge meal of the day will begin in little more than an hour as I write this. Right now the sun is out, and our village of Daglan looks clean and shiny after a spell of rain.)
From this morning, here is a quick look at Scooter’s investigation of his present — a very charming tartan door stop from Scotland, made in the shape of a cat. At first, he approaches it cautiously:
Convinced that it’s not about to attack him, he moves in for a closer look, and a bit of a sniff:
Hmmm. Now he appears to be losing interest, as he circles around the cat:
And then, yes, that was it for Scooter. By now he was pretty sure he couldn’t eat it, and that it wouldn’t attack him, and so he decided to move along:
Later, once Jan and I had opened our presents, we found another package for Scooter — this time, a container of seafood-flavoured cat treats. Jan promptly put a few on the floor for Scooter, who displayed such a keen interest in them that they disappeared in seconds.
By the way, just in case you were wondering, our new tartan cat door stop has a name: Senga, which is Agnes backwards. I’m told that’s a bit of a Scottish tradition — using Senga as a name when Agnes is already in use by a family member. (See what you learn here?)