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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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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