Midnight swings into the kitchen early this morning like he owns it; the tentative side-sway replaced by a purposeful flat-backed stride.
No sniffing for food–he heads for the back door and out into the sunlight.
There’s been a change–no longer the youngest, running to catch up, eager to please, “I’m here too, let me play–pleeese!”
It seems he’s a fully paid up member of the gang–they are THREE now–the Mouseketeers!
Beau, Ben and Midnight–All for One and One for All!
As well as a “mouser”, he’s a “moler”. We’ve never had a cat that has caught so many moles–maybe that’s where he’s proved himself worthy of full membership–a specialist in his field–or rather our garden.
The lawn looks all the better for it!
His final initiation into the fraternity might have been last night.
As we set off for a post-dinner walk, just after 9h30, there is not a cat in sight.
Unusual! Some nights there’s a gathering,
After we go 30 yards, we look back and Ben appears from the driveway, looking a little uncertain.
“Come on, Ben Ben!”
Then out comes Midnight.
Ben starts to run and Midnight overtakes him–and makes a leap for the cemetery wall–
“Look at me!!”
It’s at least a five-and-a-half foot elevation at this point–I know because at six-foot-one-and-a-half I can just see over it.
His front paws claw at the top of the wall.
There’s a moment of doubt–will he pull himself up or fall back onto the grass?
He makes it and with that last heave–joins the Gang (the Grown-Ups)!
No wonder he reminded me of John Wayne this morning!