Me: There’s nothing like a refreshing swim on a sunny day.
Nell: I shall leave that to Harriet. A brisk walk followed by a quick paddle is fine with me.
Me: Yes, me too. I’m saving the swimming for when the sea is a bit warmer.
Nell: A sensible decision.
Me: Talking of decisions, have you decided which option to choose for the Maine Coon visit?
Nell: Yes. I’m pleased to say the voting was unanimously in favour of Option 2.
Me: So, there will be dancing llamas?
Nell: There certainly will, along with singing corgis, somersaulting seals and a flamboyance of flamingos.
Me: I thought Count Bingo Flamingo would want to be involved.
Nell: Yes, as soon as Malcolm told him he insisted on joining in. As he pointed out, ‘This is The Cat. Our dear friend. We need to show our support.’
Me: Is The Cat happy with it all?
Nell: More than happy. It burst into tears.
Me: Bless.
Nell: And so did David.
Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy has such a big heart.
Nell: He feels responsible. If the Maine Coons hadn’t decided to try and coax him away The Cat would never have been involved.
Me: Do we know why they chose Dave? He isn’t really a minimalistic sort of dog.
Nell: We don’t. But it’s a question I’m going to ask them.
Me: Is that wise?
Nell: I don’t care. I need to know what’s going on.
Me: I still think that wretched lion is behind all this.
Nell: Moving on. Do you think a Royal Owl Force flypast is too much? Owl Pacino was asking.
Me: Nothing is too much for The Cat in my book.
Nell: This is going in a book then, is it?
Me: I’m afraid so. Sorry.
