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Lancer, the jet black cat, sees what’s happening and is jealous. He races along the top of the dwarf stone wall outside the inn, and pounces on Rodney, just before NottaPenny has a chance to stroke him.
In a riot of hissing and clawing, the two cats run off, round the side of the inn, and disappear from sight …
… making a hideous noise …
(energetically imitating cat noises)
… nyaaa-owww-arrr-owww!
NYOWWW!
“Oh no!” says NottaPenny.
“The next time I see that black cat, I’m going to make sure the tabby is safe”.
“Hurry up, let’s check in,” says SimpleSimon, “I’m starving.”
He’s not starving.
He’s a fat, obnoxious git.
And NottaPenny is getting a bit fed up with him. SimpleSimon could probably live for a whole week without food. Although NottaPenny is hungry.
They had to get up at 02:00, spend four hours in an airport, four more hours cooped up inside a metal tube, and another four hours trying to get out of the airport and ride on a motor carriage, to reach the inn.
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