Snappy September - Day Four - Caterwauling
So John and I were walking down Kent Street in Flemington, trying to work out the best streets and 'items of interest' for the heritage walk brochure and website. We were busy chatting and stopping every now and then to look at a house or shop front or interesting street sign, both of us clicking away on our cameras.
Naturally, this kind of activity raises a bit of interest. A lady was standing next door, leaning on the low brick fence alongside the front lawn shared by the block of flats she lived in. Her pet cat was on a lead and making a noise that, if blindfolded, I would have sworn was the insane and frightening screetches done by Mel Blanc for the Warner Bros' Tasmanian Devil cartoons.
"So, what are you two doing," she called out cheerily.
We stopped and explained and her cat seemed in real danger of beheading itself as it tried desperately to hurl itself at our heads, a deadly growl punctuating every lunge.
"That's a gorgeous cat you have there," I ventured, praying that if the beast got free John would be closer and a tastier morsel.
"Yeh, he's not bad. Tends to run off if he's not on the lead though," his owner grunted, "and it takes me about half an hour to put the lead on, so he'd better make the most of it."
"What is the -- I took a few steps back when he hissed at my efforts at making eye contact -- er cute little guy's name?"
"Cuddles," she replied, without expression.