The Stormy Night Gang

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  Poet and writer living in Lowestoft Suffolk UK.

Oliver yawned stretching his aching torso after sleeping most of the day, suddenly he caught the smell of some culinary delights drifting from the kitchen area, he was ready for food after his long lazy day. Slowly he made his way into the kitchen he didn’t like to dash in there like some mad starving demented feline, besides his human was getting on a bit and that would have caused her some fright. No, Oliver just walked in there quite nonchalant ah beef that’s my favourite. His bowl with his name on was put down in front of him, “Here you are Oliver come and get your tea.” he didn’t need a second calling he was there tucking in to the beef stew and in less than five minutes his bowl was empty and licked clean. This is a great life he thought, sleep most of the day then real food what else can anybody ask for eh. Having eaten and now feeling more refreshed and livelier he made his way into the living room, jumping up onto the window sill and peering out into the darkness his first thought was it doesn’t it doesn’t look good out there tonight could be a storm brewing, that’s not going to keep me in tonight.

Oliver strolled back into the kitchen where his human was still doing chores and brushed up against her legs, this always worked when he wanted something and he normally got it. ” What a good boy for eating all that, I suppose now you want to go out don’t you Oliver? His owner walked towards the front door and Oliver with over-joyous spring in his legs ran between her legs beating her to the door and sitting and waiting to be let out into the big wide world as if for the first time.

TO BE CONTINUED