Clyde - Peeping Tom

Last night DH came in with a long face. It seems that while he was
putting out the rubbish before bed, Clyde slithered out. DH spent about
an hour cavorting around the street after slippery Clyde and came in
fuming.

"I"m going to bed," he scowled, "Clyde can stay out all night." And he
vanished!

Alarm bells rang in my head and I immediately became aware of every car
going past. 'was Clyde being squashed on the road right that minute?'.

I went out with the torch. Try catching a frisky dark cat in the
dark! Car headlights came and went. Suddenly a dark streak
flashed across the road towards the neighbours. Clyde was trying to
break the two minute mile.

I followed, grimly clutching my torch and whispering kitty kitty.
Clyde smirked at me from under the neighbour's lighted lounge window.
It was 11.00 p.m.

I crept on my stomach towards Clyde - ye Gods I was turning into a
'peeping Tom'. I could hear the telly inside and voices, doors slammed
- I froze, lying fair in the middle of the flower garden. I could
imagine the morning speculation as to what large creature had crushed
the pet flowers in the night.

I crept closer to the miscreant. I was in his paws and he knew it. I
reached out and managed to touch the end of his tail - whoooooosh. He
was now under a lighted bedroom window. OMG, what was I doing. I had
to get out of here!

I crawled on all fours down the drive under the lighted windows. I
wondered if they had called the police!

I wiped the sweat from my brow when I reached home, that had been a
close thing. I decided that Clyde could stay out all night and shakily
headed for the lighted front door. Something scuttled past me. It
was Clyde, chasing a huge moth. He was so engrossed with his stalking
duties that I grabbed him without any trouble. I slept well last night!

Bev

LOL Bev, just as well Mr Plod was not out doing his rounds or you might be
locked up now!! and would they believe - honestly I was just looking for my
cat!!!

Lois

"Bev" wrote in message
...
Last night DH came in with a long face. It seems that while he was
putting out the rubbish before bed, Clyde slithered out. DH spent about
an hour cavorting around the street after slippery Clyde and came in
fuming.

"I"m going to bed," he scowled, "Clyde can stay out all night." And he
vanished!

Alarm bells rang in my head and I immediately became aware of every car
going past. 'was Clyde being squashed on the road right that minute?'.

I went out with the torch. Try catching a frisky dark cat in the
dark! Car headlights came and went. Suddenly a dark streak
flashed across the road towards the neighbours. Clyde was trying to
break the two minute mile.

I followed, grimly clutching my torch and whispering kitty kitty.
Clyde smirked at me from under the neighbour's lighted lounge window.
It was 11.00 p.m.

I crept on my stomach towards Clyde - ye Gods I was turning into a
'peeping Tom'. I could hear the telly inside and voices, doors slammed
- I froze, lying fair in the middle of the flower garden. I could
imagine the morning speculation as to what large creature had crushed
the pet flowers in the night.

I crept closer to the miscreant. I was in his paws and he knew it. I
reached out and managed to touch the end of his tail - whoooooosh. He
was now under a lighted bedroom window. OMG, what was I doing. I had
to get out of here!

I crawled on all fours down the drive under the lighted windows. I
wondered if they had called the police!

I wiped the sweat from my brow when I reached home, that had been a
close thing. I decided that Clyde could stay out all night and shakily
headed for the lighted front door. Something scuttled past me. It
was Clyde, chasing a huge moth. He was so engrossed with his stalking
duties that I grabbed him without any trouble. I slept well last night!

Bev

On Fri, 16 Jan 2004 10:40:56 +1300, "Lois Reay"
wrote:

LOL Bev, just as well Mr Plod was not out doing his rounds or you might be
locked up now!! and would they believe - honestly I was just looking for my
cat!!!

Lois

"Bev" wrote in message
...
Last night DH came in with a long face. It seems that while he was
putting out the rubbish before bed, Clyde slithered out. DH spent about
an hour cavorting around the street after slippery Clyde and came in
fuming.

"I"m going to bed," he scowled, "Clyde can stay out all night." And he
vanished!

Alarm bells rang in my head and I immediately became aware of every car
going past. 'was Clyde being squashed on the road right that minute?'.

I went out with the torch. Try catching a frisky dark cat in the
dark! Car headlights came and went. Suddenly a dark streak
flashed across the road towards the neighbours. Clyde was trying to
break the two minute mile.

I followed, grimly clutching my torch and whispering kitty kitty.
Clyde smirked at me from under the neighbour's lighted lounge window.
It was 11.00 p.m.

I crept on my stomach towards Clyde - ye Gods I was turning into a
'peeping Tom'. I could hear the telly inside and voices, doors slammed
- I froze, lying fair in the middle of the flower garden. I could
imagine the morning speculation as to what large creature had crushed
the pet flowers in the night.

I crept closer to the miscreant. I was in his paws and he knew it. I
reached out and managed to touch the end of his tail - whoooooosh. He
was now under a lighted bedroom window. OMG, what was I doing. I had
to get out of here!

I crawled on all fours down the drive under the lighted windows. I
wondered if they had called the police!

I wiped the sweat from my brow when I reached home, that had been a
close thing. I decided that Clyde could stay out all night and shakily
headed for the lighted front door. Something scuttled past me. It
was Clyde, chasing a huge moth. He was so engrossed with his stalking
duties that I grabbed him without any trouble. I slept well last night!

Bev

To be on the safe side, you go out with your flashlight calling loudly
"here, kitty, kitty, kitty!.

Wow, what a hectic and challenging life those two put you through! I figured
out who Mr. Plod is. It must be almost mid-summer in your area (couldn't see
you slithering down the driveway on ice or snow).


"m. L. Briggs" wrote in message
...
: On Fri, 16 Jan 2004 10:40:56 +1300, "Lois Reay"
: wrote:
:
: LOL Bev, just as well Mr Plod was not out doing his rounds or you might
be
: locked up now!! and would they believe - honestly I was just looking for
my
: cat!!!
:
: Lois
:
: "Bev" wrote in message
: ...
: Last night DH came in with a long face. It seems that while he was
: putting out the rubbish before bed, Clyde slithered out. DH spent
about
: an hour cavorting around the street after slippery Clyde and came in
: fuming.
:
: "I"m going to bed," he scowled, "Clyde can stay out all night." And he
: vanished!
:
: Alarm bells rang in my head and I immediately became aware of every car
: going past. 'was Clyde being squashed on the road right that minute?'.
:
: I went out with the torch. Try catching a frisky dark cat in the
: dark! Car headlights came and went. Suddenly a dark streak
: flashed across the road towards the neighbours. Clyde was trying to
: break the two minute mile.
:
: I followed, grimly clutching my torch and whispering kitty kitty.
: Clyde smirked at me from under the neighbour's lighted lounge window.
: It was 11.00 p.m.
:
: I crept on my stomach towards Clyde - ye Gods I was turning into a
: 'peeping Tom'. I could hear the telly inside and voices, doors
slammed
: - I froze, lying fair in the middle of the flower garden. I could
: imagine the morning speculation as to what large creature had crushed
: the pet flowers in the night.
:
: I crept closer to the miscreant. I was in his paws and he knew it. I
: reached out and managed to touch the end of his tail - whoooooosh. He
: was now under a lighted bedroom window. OMG, what was I doing. I
had
: to get out of here!
:
: I crawled on all fours down the drive under the lighted windows. I
: wondered if they had called the police!
:
: I wiped the sweat from my brow when I reached home, that had been a
: close thing. I decided that Clyde could stay out all night and
shakily
: headed for the lighted front door. Something scuttled past me. It
: was Clyde, chasing a huge moth. He was so engrossed with his stalking
: duties that I grabbed him without any trouble. I slept well last
night!
:
: Bev
:
: To be on the safe side, you go out with your flashlight calling loudly
: "here, kitty, kitty, kitty!.

Hopitus2 wrote:

Wow, what a hectic and challenging life those two put you through! I figured
out who Mr. Plod is. It must be almost mid-summer in your area (couldn't see
you slithering down the driveway on ice or snow).

"m. L. Briggs" wrote in message
...
: On Fri, 16 Jan 2004 10:40:56 +1300, "Lois Reay"
: wrote:
:
: LOL Bev, just as well Mr Plod was not out doing his rounds or you might
be
: locked up now!! and would they believe - honestly I was just looking for
my
: cat!!!
:
: Lois
:
: "Bev" wrote in message
: ...
: Last night DH came in with a long face. It seems that while he was
: putting out the rubbish before bed, Clyde slithered out. DH spent
about
: an hour cavorting around the street after slippery Clyde and came in
: fuming.
:
: "I"m going to bed," he scowled, "Clyde can stay out all night." And he
: vanished!
:
: Alarm bells rang in my head and I immediately became aware of every car
: going past. 'was Clyde being squashed on the road right that minute?'.
:
: I went out with the torch. Try catching a frisky dark cat in the
: dark! Car headlights came and went. Suddenly a dark streak
: flashed across the road towards the neighbours. Clyde was trying to
: break the two minute mile.
:
: I followed, grimly clutching my torch and whispering kitty kitty.
: Clyde smirked at me from under the neighbour's lighted lounge window.
: It was 11.00 p.m.
:
: I crept on my stomach towards Clyde - ye Gods I was turning into a
: 'peeping Tom'. I could hear the telly inside and voices, doors
slammed
: - I froze, lying fair in the middle of the flower garden. I could
: imagine the morning speculation as to what large creature had crushed
: the pet flowers in the night.
:
: I crept closer to the miscreant. I was in his paws and he knew it. I
: reached out and managed to touch the end of his tail - whoooooosh. He
: was now under a lighted bedroom window. OMG, what was I doing. I
had
: to get out of here!
:
: I crawled on all fours down the drive under the lighted windows. I
: wondered if they had called the police!
:
: I wiped the sweat from my brow when I reached home, that had been a
: close thing. I decided that Clyde could stay out all night and
shakily
: headed for the lighted front door. Something scuttled past me. It
: was Clyde, chasing a huge moth. He was so engrossed with his stalking
: duties that I grabbed him without any trouble. I slept well last
night!
:
: Bev
:
: To be on the safe side, you go out with your flashlight calling loudly
: "here, kitty, kitty, kitty!.

It's summer here and warm at night. Couldn't see Mr. Plod around. My
neighbour knows all about B and C as it happens but I was quiet mainly
because I felt a bit of a nut searching around someone's garden in the
dead of night.

Bev

On Fri, 16 Jan 2004 10:40:56 +1300, "Lois Reay"
wrote:

LOL Bev, just as well Mr Plod was not out doing his rounds or you might be
locked up now!! and would they believe - honestly I was just looking for my
cat!!!

Lois

Something tells me that Bev's neighbors would know what was up as soon
as she mentioned Clyde's name


"Bev" wrote in message
...
Last night DH came in with a long face. It seems that while he was
putting out the rubbish before bed, Clyde slithered out. DH spent about
an hour cavorting around the street after slippery Clyde and came in
fuming.

"I"m going to bed," he scowled, "Clyde can stay out all night." And he
vanished!

Alarm bells rang in my head and I immediately became aware of every car
going past. 'was Clyde being squashed on the road right that minute?'.

I went out with the torch. Try catching a frisky dark cat in the
dark! Car headlights came and went. Suddenly a dark streak
flashed across the road towards the neighbours. Clyde was trying to
break the two minute mile.

I followed, grimly clutching my torch and whispering kitty kitty.
Clyde smirked at me from under the neighbour's lighted lounge window.
It was 11.00 p.m.

I crept on my stomach towards Clyde - ye Gods I was turning into a
'peeping Tom'. I could hear the telly inside and voices, doors slammed
- I froze, lying fair in the middle of the flower garden. I could
imagine the morning speculation as to what large creature had crushed
the pet flowers in the night.

I crept closer to the miscreant. I was in his paws and he knew it. I
reached out and managed to touch the end of his tail - whoooooosh. He
was now under a lighted bedroom window. OMG, what was I doing. I had
to get out of here!

I crawled on all fours down the drive under the lighted windows. I
wondered if they had called the police!

I wiped the sweat from my brow when I reached home, that had been a
close thing. I decided that Clyde could stay out all night and shakily
headed for the lighted front door. Something scuttled past me. It
was Clyde, chasing a huge moth. He was so engrossed with his stalking
duties that I grabbed him without any trouble. I slept well last night!

Bev


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"Bev" wrote in message
...
Last night DH came in with a long face. It seems that while he was
putting out the rubbish before bed, Clyde slithered out. DH spent about
an hour cavorting around the street after slippery Clyde and came in
fuming.

"I"m going to bed," he scowled, "Clyde can stay out all night." And he
vanished!

Alarm bells rang in my head and I immediately became aware of every car
going past. 'was Clyde being squashed on the road right that minute?'.

I went out with the torch. Try catching a frisky dark cat in the
dark! Car headlights came and went. Suddenly a dark streak
flashed across the road towards the neighbours. Clyde was trying to
break the two minute mile.

I followed, grimly clutching my torch and whispering kitty kitty.
Clyde smirked at me from under the neighbour's lighted lounge window.
It was 11.00 p.m.

I crept on my stomach towards Clyde - ye Gods I was turning into a
'peeping Tom'. I could hear the telly inside and voices, doors slammed
- I froze, lying fair in the middle of the flower garden. I could
imagine the morning speculation as to what large creature had crushed
the pet flowers in the night.

I crept closer to the miscreant. I was in his paws and he knew it. I
reached out and managed to touch the end of his tail - whoooooosh. He
was now under a lighted bedroom window. OMG, what was I doing. I had
to get out of here!

I crawled on all fours down the drive under the lighted windows. I
wondered if they had called the police!

I wiped the sweat from my brow when I reached home, that had been a
close thing. I decided that Clyde could stay out all night and shakily
headed for the lighted front door. Something scuttled past me. It
was Clyde, chasing a huge moth. He was so engrossed with his stalking
duties that I grabbed him without any trouble. I slept well last night!

Bev

Hi Bev,

I honestly believe that Ollie has come back to you--in Spades!!! I am still
trying to get my
sides back to normal after laughing so hard picturing you crawling on all
fours down the
driveway under the windows. How I would have LOVED a video of that one.
Did John see you?
Better yet--I don't think I want to know.... (starting to howl all over
again!)

Still laughing,
Junebug