WRITTEN and RELAYED 'VERBATEM' FOR MY OWN SAFETY
TO SET THE SCENE:
I have returned to town and pub, to deliver books and reconnect with friends.
Encased in the combined warmth of 'Fire, Friendship and Beverage Frivolity'
The story evolves around me and my travelling companions, with local women explaining
"THE COMPLICATED TALE OF TWO OUTBACK PUSSIES"
A tale where all is not as it seems, so you must concentrate to keep up.
INTRODUCING MAIN CHARACTERS.
Grey Graham Pussy.
Ginger Ninja Pussy
INTRODUCING SCENE LOCATIONS
Family Hotel Tibooburra
Primary School Tibooburra
Graham lives at the 'Family Hotel', mixing with or just tolerating both people locals as well as vistiting travellers, if and when that is what he wants to do.
Graham keeps his cards closely to his hairy chest, revealing little, he doesn't want to share.
He does wander about without telling anyone when he has the urge- so to speak.
One secret he was unable to hide forever, was the day he turned up with a belly full of kittens.
A surprise to all concerned because Graham was not a firm believer of much exercise at all.
According the local telling, there was a second pussy on the block, a ginger pussy.
Ninja Ginger also started life at the hotel but soon found alternative 'Digs' accomodation.
He abandoned ship, relocating down the main street on the other side, to the Tibooburra State School.
Apparently Ginger Ninja does return to the pub from time to time.
To have a quiet one, a bit of pool and chat to locals and travelling public
Most of the time, prefers the company of the school principal, they are close companions.
Likewise, school students are more than happy to accept Ninja into their classromm as a fellow student.
Little is known about the relationship between the two felines.
Certianly no word is spoken about any romance between Graham and Ninja
With both, keeping purrfect silence on the matter except a "No Comment"
What goes on in Tibooburra, stays in Tibooburra.
ENTER THE SCENE OF SOME VISITING TRAVELLERS
Travellers that care little of what colour the town pussies are, they simply are born to be chased.
Particularly so at first light in the morning, when released from overnight cages.
No better a time when all is quiet in the fresh air of the breaking dawn and new scents.
THE EPOLOGUE TALE THAT COULD HAVE ENDED IN DISASTER AND TRAGETY
FOR ALL, INCLUDING THE HUMAN BEING WHO THOUGHT HE WAS IN CONTROL.
The travellers were onto the early morning scent very quickly and the half light provided cover .
Cover from the eyes of the very worried human, whose increased yelling tone was reaching no one.
Down the main drag, the chase in full swing, whole lot of barking and screeching to boot.
The happless human only option was to follow the sounds into gardens in the dark all round.
Order now restored, three dogs on a lead, while as for the town pussies, none were to be seen.
Time to retreat, owner to cabin and dogs back in bed, all of us pretending we had never been.
A casual inquiry when the sun was well up, is all ok, in the main street of town and cats of the pub ?
"No nothing out of the ordinary, umm why do you ask?"
"No reason really" Just planning for next move, lest was to be
Packing up and leaving was to have been my immediate task.
Last vistit to pub all cats are intact.
One relieved traveller of that fact.
ALL IS WELL THAT ENDS WELL
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