As the weather is getting better, we all start thinking about BBQ’s (or in our house Braai’s). This always leads us to the story of a BBQ we had a couple of years ago. The sun was obligingly shining for us and we were all enjoying chatting and the smell of cooking meat! We had a few friends over and Sean had made his usual platter of meat, which I’d supplemented with some salad!

I should mention here that we have a little black cat called Ozzy. He’s often the cause of drama in our house, whether that’s trying to get on the countertops to get at the meat or trying to eat sticky tape and gagging when he does! Well, this day he had been helpfully out of the way while the meat was being cooked and while everyone served themselves.

But clearly, when we all sat down to eat, he decided now was his time to make his big entrance. We’re all sitting with our plates balanced on our laps as he walked into the centre of all of us, a large flapping pigeon in his mouth! Cue guest jumping up and away from this demon proudly carrying his latest kill!

Horrified, Sean handed me his plate and tried to intervene! He tried to shoo the cat out of the centre of the circle, but he wasn’t having any of it. He obviously thought he would join us and bring his own meat!

After several failed attempts to get him to move away, Sean picked Ozzy up, flapping bird still firmly in the cat’s mouth, and threw him over the fence into the neighbour’s garden!

By this point there’s blood drops all along the patio and feathers everywhere! Half of the guests sat opened mouthed at the horror scene just played out, and the rest of us were in hysterics at the look of shock on Sean’s face!

This is probably one of Ozzy’s low points, or if you think it’s impressive that he caught the pigeon, a high point! I’m sure he will feature in other stories, usually being naughty somehow!