Well, here we are again.
The creek is high, it’s raining, and George has been fishing.
There’s just nothing that sounds like a cat with a fish…
George has a peculiar yowl when he brings one in that’s a combination of a throaty growl and a piercing wail.
My reaction is a little like a Londoner during the Blitz…. “incoming, incoming!”
Fortunately my resident knight-in-shining-armor (in the person of my son Joshua) came to the rescue, disposed of the remains, and informed me that it wasn’t a record-breaker.
Stay tuned for seconds…