
Stan had enjoyed being fussed over by the two women but now he was feeling better he decided to take Emile for a walk.They set off down a little track leading into a wood behind their house.Emile would never go to the wood alone as it seemed very big to a cat.But Stan wore a red anorak which Emile could see quite well.Emile gambolled around the trees like a lamb,even running up one or two tree trunks which is behaviour rarely seen in lambs ,even in excessively hot weather.
Thus Stan mused to himself as he wandered along between the autumn trees and shrubs.
I wonder what the odds are of me ever seeing a lamb run up a tree,he pondered.Men always like to think of serious problems such as this, unlike women who think about the curtains and the bed linen and other mundane realities like food and cleanliness.
I wonder if I can look it up on Google, he thought.But even if it has happened in New Zealand it’s much too far for me to go to look.
Rather expensive too,no doubt.
Emile walked into a muddy pool and came out all brown and filthy.
Really Emile,you are 5 years old now.Can’t you take care?Y our coat is all muddy.
Never mind said Emile,I’ll lick it all off later while I calculate pi to 100 decimal places.
No,you won’t said Stan,it’s about time you had a bath.Emile
I think I’m too dirty to go in the bath,can’t I just have a wash in a big plastic bowl?
Well,economy is good sometimes,replied Stan absentmindedly.You can bathe in the old jam saucepan,that’s a nice big size.
But you won’t put me on the stove and boil me,Emile teased him gently.
Of course not.I love you too much ,Emile,to torment you like that.
After Mary,Annie,Lyra and all the other ladies you love.
Well,it’s different.One can love in many ways.In theory at least.As you grow older your heart grows larger and you can keep more creatures in there,sheltering in your bosom.
I thought only ladies had bosoms,Emile purred.
Well,according to the Bible,Abraham had a bosom.It’s a place around your heart where you keep those you love.
Have I got a bosom,Emile enquired shyly.
Do you love anyone?
Yes,I love you and Mary,the milkman and the lady cat down the road.
Well in that case Emile,you definitely have a bosom,Stan answered confusedly yet contemplatively.
What ever will Emile ask me next ,he wondered.I don’t know if I can keep up with his development.
And so they rambled on in the last warm day of summer.Two males out for a little exercise and possibly some beer also, if they kept on a bit further through the wood.