Monsieur Bourguinon
I mentioned the other day that one of the neighbour’s cats stole some of the steak destined for the bourguinon. Here, pictured, is the prime suspect. He is the only one unable to account for his whereabouts when the crime took place. Indeed, he is the main suspect in the broken butter dish episode yesterday, too, during which a whole slab of butter vanished.
He was nowhere to be seen today. His accomplices where all over the auction, taking whatever they could find and generally making the place their own, much to the annoyance of Honey who simply does not understand the concept of “sharing”. She made her displeasure known with a series of snarls, growls, hisses and the occasional paw swipe when one of the miscreants came within swiping range. She then stomped off in a huff and a half.
A plaintive wail from nowhere in particular became ever more intense as the afternoon wore on. Then, it occurred to one of the humans, that maybe, just maybe, it was coming from the garage and had anyone noticed that Monsieur Bourguinon had not been about today? Could it be that the two were linked? On opening the garage, it was indeed noted that the two were linked. Monsieur Bourguinon shot out and headed straight for the kitchen. “Any steak pieces going for grabs?”
