It was such a lovely afternoon on Friday that Mr C phoned me up at work and hinted that it might be nice to have a barbecue. He only hinted in a roundabout way because whenever he says the word or even thinks about a barbecue it brings on the rain…
I agreed to the hint and when I arrived home from work the barbecue coals were being prepared. I sat on one of the patio chairs whilst the preparations took place. I was joined by an unexpected guest, the ginger cat from next door. He sat next to me for a while but his real purpose was to get into the kitchen and I had to field him more than once.
When Mr C brought the meat out from the kitchen to put on the barbecue, Mr Cat followed him licking his lips. It was then I realised that Mr Cat had chicken dinner on his mind.
Mr Cat then came back and sat next to me on the patio until the food was nearly cooked, he then started circling the barbecue before he assumed the position. I recognised the tell-tale signs that he was going to leap onto the barbecue. I coaxed him away… barbecued cat was ‘NOT’ on the menu!
He did what all cats do, the rubbing around the legs, and then he looked up and gave me an expectant gaze. I said ‘you can be as cute as you like but you are not getting on the barbecue’. He then turned his back on me and walked off round to the front of the house.
I expected to see him sitting on my doormat when I left to visit my Mum later in the evening. He wasn’t there, but I did see a pair of eyes, a nose and some whiskers peeping out from beneath my car 
I have not seen him since Friday, which is rather unusual…
Mr Cat would be more than likely to do so. Serious business, dinner.
Oh yes! He had his eye on that chicken. But if he had leaped up there he would perhaps ended up being barbecued himself!! That was not an option. If he had stayed around I would have given him a bit of my chicken
I enjoyed your story about Mr. Cat very much Cherie… he seemed hell bent on sharing your barbequed chicken dinner… i like your lovely garden….peter:)
He might have got a bit of chicken if he hadn’t walked off in a huff
He’s probably playing “not speaks” with you because you didn’t share your dinner with him! Cats are like that.
It struck me that Shaun Downey of The poor mouth would have loved your story. It’s sad that he’s no longer around to enjoy it.
I think you are probably right about the “not speaks”, he will be back though he won’t be able to resist
Yes I did think of Shaun as I was writing the post.
Beautiful garden! Not to worry…As soon as he hears the BBQ’s action, Ginger will be back.
I do miss Jams’ posts and comments. Everyday….
I am sure he will be back too
I too miss Jams’ presence, photos and thoughts.
He must be sulking!
I think he probably is.
Did Mr Cat give you this look?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYRjz_eUBrM
Yes, along with a faint meow….
Glad to hear you prevented a grilled kitty supper!
Kitties are not allowed to get into dangerous situations. He is still avoiding me though…