Ralfie and Jemima

Ralfie and Jemima

Friday 29 January 2016

Porridge for Piggy



It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and the snow was covering the ground like a soft blanket. Little Jemima was on the terrace of Riverside Lodge, riding her rocking horse with Quackie, her toy duck. Mr and Mrs Periwinkle, Jemima's parents, were inside the house taking care of chores.



Suddenly, Julie Periwinkle heard a strange shuffling sound. It seemed to be coming from outside. Had a neighbour dropped by for a visit?



She opened the front door... and saw no one.



Then she heard someone sniffle and looked down. There was a little white cat sitting on the front steps, staring at her. It looked awfully hungry and cold. "Oh my, you poor thing!" Julie exclaimed.


 
She turned around and called her husband. "James, there is a cold and hungry cat outside looking for shelter! I think we should give it something to eat and a warm place to sleep tonight." 



"Hello you! I wonder what your name is... Would you like to come in?" James asked the cat.   


 
The cat felt a little unsettled by so many questions and was obviously reluctant to enter the house, so James decided to usher her in. 
"Go on," he said, "there's no reason to be shy. Come on in and have a nice warm cup of tea with us!" (Of course, he was just kidding about the tea for the cat!)



Finally, the white cat went inside and Mrs Periwinkle dried her off with a pink and fluffy towel, while Jemima watched from a chair.



Unfortunately, they didn't have any cat food in the house, and not even the tiniest piece of meat. Stores weren't open today, so the cat had to make do with a plate of porridge. They sat her onto their warm stove and placed the food in front of her.



Mrs Periwinkle sat down and had a cup of tea. Everyone stayed to watch the cat eat. 
"Mommy, kitty fell into da powwidge!" Jemima suddenly exclaimed wide eyed. "Kitty eat like piggy!" 



"Oh dear, the poor thing must be dead-tired!" Julie said. "Let's clean Piggy up, give her some water to drink and put her to bed for now."



And that is exactly what they did. Before James and Julie went to bed that evening they checked on Piggy one last time. She lay wrapped in a warm pink towel in front of the stove, purring contently. "Why have we never thought of getting a pet, James? I think Piggy's lovely." "If we can't find her owners, let's keep her," James suggested.

That night, Piggy dreamt she was so tired from walking that she fell face-first into a plate of sticky, grub-coloured goo... 

"Oh wait! It actually happened," she remembered and fell back asleep.






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10 comments:

  1. Heartwarming.

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  2. Nun hat das Kätzchen ja schon einen seeeeehr passenden Namen bekommen... *schmunzel* Ohne Zweifel hat sich Piggy das richtige neue Zuhause ausgesucht...

    Liebe Grüße
    Birgit

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  3. What a lovely, refreshing blog you have here. Very cute
    story.
    Thank you for following my blog.
    Hugs, Drora

    Hugs from your new follower,



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    1. Welcome to Riverside, Drora! :)

      Thank you so much for your kind words and for becoming a follower! ♥

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  4. oh nein, wie süß! Danke fürs Posten! :o))

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    1. Danke für's Vorbeischauen, Tine! :))

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  5. Aww! So cute :D I love cats, and Piggy looked so sweet when she fell in the porridge :)

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    1. Thank you for following my blog, Aranera! :)

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