The Adventures of RB Part 2
RB had moved. He was living in the grand location of Mannamead, a very upmarket part of Plymouth. Although he didn’t mind his new home, he missed the old park, Freedom Fields. He had some great times over in that park and had met some gorgeous females! There were also a few mates he was on nodding acquaintance with as well. He liked the fact that he knew every tree, and lamppost intimately. That was a comfort to him.
But, his owner Callie had made her decision, and they moved into a small flat in a large house in the new district. Problem was, there was no garden, just a very hard black surface where they seemed to park their cars as well as he was supposed to “do his business”. It wasn’t up to much, that was for sure.
One of the big problems was that he had nowhere to bury his Bonios. Every day, for as long as he could remember, Callie had made this big gesture of handing him one of these boring, funny shaped dry biscuits. She obviously thought it was a big deal. He couldn’t stand them, but he didn’t like to hurt her feelings so pretended that he was excited to be given one, and he always trotted outside as if he couldn’t wait to devour them in peace and quiet in the garden. That was fine back in the garden of their old house in Lipson Road. He had lots of special places he could bury them. But here – well what could he do?
After searching thoroughly, on their very first day in the new place, he realised there wasn’t anywhere. In the end, he tried his utmost to dig deep into the black stuff, but it wasn’t for shifting. He kept trying though, and day after day, his little pile of Bonios got bigger and bigger. No matter what he did, he couldn’t find a way of covering them. So the pile just grew. But luckily for him, no-one wandered down to the far end of the car park, and his secret was safe!
One day though, much to his disgust, some annoying children came to visit. “Go out play with RB,” said Callie to the children, but RB really didn’t like kids. Noisy little demanding things that they were. He skulked away,and tried to keep his distance. They had a football with them and kept kicking it at him. What did they think he was going to do with a football? His feet were for trotting, not kicking! But you can guess what happened, the ball rolled perilously close to his pile of Bonios and he thought his secret was about to be discovered.
But his good mate Paris, the black faced Siamese, came to his rescue. He loved chasing balls which was a bit odd for a cat, but thankfully he joined in their game, drawing the noisy boisterous children away from his secret pile and over to the other side of the car park. Phew, his secret was safe for a while longer.
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About the Author: Carole Langman works behind the scenes at Bowerland Cottage Holidays and Devon Dogs as the Business Manager. Her office is always a hive of activity, and with the vast amounts of work Carole has, we never really know how she gets through it all! To unwind, she loves gardening, hikes around Bowerland, travelling and writing.