Dulce domum
A couple of years ago I was in Portpatrick, a pleasant small seaside village in SW Scotland, when I saw a cat was going loopy beside a flower bed outside a pottery on the quay. A bit of investigation showed that the flower bed was actually in a big old sink, and some frightened creature was running around in it and occasionally trying to burrow away from the cat. To no avail, of course, because while many creatures can tunnel through soil they are all stymied by a couple of inches of glazen earthenware.

With a big of care I coaxed the creature to me, and to my surprise was soon holding a rather frighten mole in my hands. Saved from the cat! Hooray for me!

Of course I still had to find somewhere for the little chap, so I deposited him gently in the nicest looking flower bed of the best tended garden in a row of posh seaside cottages on the other side of the road.
(ubergeekian, Sat 11 May 2013, 0:06, 2 replies)

*golf clap*
Well played.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 11 May 2013, 10:36, closed)

pure evil
have a click
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Mon 13 May 2013, 16:12, closed)