Twix and Shout

Dorothy Poole rolled over and looked at the dark lump lying beside her, thinking fondly of Thomas.
The nice thing about being a pensioner was that you didn’t have to set an alarm clock, but
Thomas had never been one to lie on the bed, preferring the comfort of the easy chair by the dining room window and his favourite cushion.
How she missed that old cat, and now she had Twix.

Jean Roberts had never come out of hospital, having had a massive heart attack on New Year’s Eve from which she never regained consciousness. Dorothy had been looking after her cat short-term, and the pair had made friends more or less immediately.

Naturally Twix was a little subdued when he was first deposited into Dorothy’s care, but he soon settled down and to her delight was totally different from Tom in his habits and affection.
Twix was also a bit of a show off once he got going, and completely by accident, Dorothy discovered he was almost a feline Elvis.
Having a problem tuning into her usual radio station one afternoon, she had inadvertently hit on a rock and roll programme and the cat had started to dance!
Up on his hind legs he was gyrating and swaying in rhythm to the music, though at first she thought he didn’t like it and was making his protests known.
This was certainly not the case though and Jerry had paid a visit one afternoon to discover Mrs Poole holding Twix by the front paws and dancing in her dining room to Jailhouse Rock.
To see the old lady so happy and animated had warmed his heart, and he decided there and then that there was no way he would part them, so he’d pulled a few strings to allow her to keep Twix rather than try to rehome him after Jean died.
He had stressed to Management that it was ‘exceptional circumstances’, and that he would take personal responsibility should there be any problems.

This was one of the happier aspects of his job as site warden, and Mrs Poole always made sure there was homemade cake waiting for him when he dropped by.
He was also grateful that it was now of the standard variety, and not flavoured with fish!

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth for jelly babies or fruit pastilles. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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