Humphrey update

Humphrey’s crisis

I was having my lunch in the dining room on Wednesday and Humphrey was curled up in his favourite easy chair.  Then like he’d been shot he dashed past me and out of the back door.

For two seconds then he was back in and racing for the living room again.

Then back again into the kitchen… at which point he ended up squeezing down the back of the fridge.

It took me several crunchy biscuits and a lot of coaxing to prise him out of the tiny space and a little longer to work out what had spooked him.

Now you know that cats generally don’t care for the noise of machines and Humphrey always high tails it when we switch on the vacuum cleaner.  So his first dash for freedom was because he thought I’d started the cleaner up.

His dash back in the house was because he discovered that the noise was worse outside than inside.

It turned out that one of the street/gutter cleaners was working its way down the street and for poor Humphrey there was no escape.

The rest of his afternoon was spent curled equidistant from the back door and the living room, sitting under the dining table.

Poor Humphrey.