Minding own business, when,
WHOOSH – in through the cat-door comes Something.
I catch a glimpse of nearly a foot of tail, but the thing is moving very fast behind the filing cabinet.
It’s not the Bandicoot: he’s much more genteel and patient, as long as he’s allowed to have some cat biscuits.
The sound of claws scrabbling on the wall makes me strangely glad. Not only is it unlikely to be a snake, but a snake with such potential speed would be Bad News Indeed.
I stop for a moment, call Herself, and catch my breath.
Now I shine a light into the hole.
And he’s off to the creek again.
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