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BACK TO SCHOOL


Once again this month's  blog is dedicated to the amazing Valerie Bex. Valerie and Mog found each other when Mog was at her most vulnerable. Because of Valerie, not only do we have Troggers back in mine and Andrew's lives, but as a result we now have the privilege of having Lizzie, Chris and Lucy in our lives too. We consider ourselves very blessed. Xx

 

As the days turned into weeks it seemed that it was only a matter of time before I became so weak, through lack of food, that I would no longer be able to survive my ordeal. Food was scarce, with my diet mainly consisting of spiders. With the onset of autumn, Daddy Long Legs were plentiful and easy to catch. Though their minute bodies were salty, meaning that I had to search for fresh water whenever possible.  That was also becoming increasingly difficult as there had been little rain over the last few weeks. My ginger coat was now infested with fleas and I was aware that I had at least four ticks sucking blood from my veins like over-excited vampires.

On one particularly cold and misty morning, I was suddenly woken by a loud noise close by. I wasn't sure where I had slept that night as I was too exhausted to care and was happy to have found somewhere safe and dry to lay my head. 

After a quick stretch and clean, I decided to go and investigate what noise had disturbed my sleep. My surroundings were unfamiliar and as I crept carefully through the undergrowth there appeared to be the noise of humans close by, lots of humans. In fact, as I got closer the noise became quite deafening and I soon realised that the noise was that of children, not adults.

I had been wary of all humans since becoming lost, though I was intrigued by the sounds of what seemed to be such happiness.

The clearing was just ahead of me. I was both scared and excited. This could be a way of becoming reunited with my family. Just then it became totally silent. no shouts of joy, no screams of laughter. I wasn't in a good enough position see what had happened so decided to take a chance and move closer to the open space ahead. 

I poked my head up over the grassy verge. Ahead of me was a huge open field with buildings to the left. It all fell into place, I had stumbled across a school and the noise had stopped suddenly because its pupils had returned to their classes.

I had found civilisation again. Finally, there was hope of me finding my way home. It was time to sit back and plan what to do next. My first aim was to find food and it seemed that the possibility of achieving that may have come sooner than I had originally thought.

The noise that had woken me earlier that morning had been the refuge collectors, emptying the huge school bins. However, in doing so they had managed to spill surplus waste from the green containers onto the bin area floor at the rear of the school grounds. The fact that they had not bothered to pick up the mess meant that there were potential rich food pickings for me.

Ironically as I rummaged through half-eaten sandwiches, devouring mouldy bread and green coloured meats I remembered not to eat any cheese, as not to interfere with my lactose intolerance. (Yeah, I know).

Then a familiar noise made my ears prick up. It was a noise made by humans by them placing their tongues into the roof of their mouths to make a clucking sound. My human dad's always used this to call their flock of animals for food or cuddles. The sound made me both happy and sad. Happy that someone was potentially calling me, though sad when I realised the noise was coming from somebody other than my loved ones.

The person that was trying to get my attention was a lady, stood at the door of her house, next to the school building. From where I was stood, next to my mouldy offerings, I could just about make out that she was alone and insistent on getting my attention. Now, if there's one thing I had learned from my ordeal, it's that you don't trust anyone. Not even kind looking ladies that seemed willing help you. This could have ended in disaster, with me spending my last days in a laboratory, being injected with poisons, to help scientists in their search for a cure to human diseases.

Not me, I was off. I wasn't hanging around to take that chance. However, I had no intention of straying far. This was a potential regular homeless soup kitchen for me to enjoy. This school not only had the potential of regular food, but it could serve as a vehicle (metaphorically speaking) to return me to my beloved family.


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