(or "How I knew there was something awry")
There is a strange side story to all of this. It happened on my day of fasting.
I was trying to find something to make for the little man for dinner, when the door bell rang.
We have 2 doors in the front. One is a glass door. And the other is the hard core door. I hardly EVER have the hardcore door open, but this was a lovely spring day so I thought, let some sun in.
I thought wrong.
There was a man. Who, I can describe as a Begbie* type but not as small. His skin was red and flaking and mumbled something about belonging to a group selling magazine subscriptions. He had a northern accent with southern slang. My guess he picked it up in prison. This weirded me a bit, but the troops came to my rescue. The dog was first, then the little one. I was also inspired to wear Melvins Detroit Lions cap, so I wasn't looking very fetching. Still. He was put out that I wasn't willing to buy.
He crossed the street, quickly taking a cigarette out and going to the neighbors.
Not 5 minutes later, I look in the backyard, and there is a GIANT of a black cat walking around. I send the dog out, and the cat is so big and freaked that it could't jump the fence. Our dog cornered it, and quickly I pulled her away. The cat would not leave.
This had me a bit spooked, and I quickly checked all the doors in the house.
The lesson of this story, never trust strange men that quickly change into black cats.
Begbie is a character in Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh. In the movie he was played brilliantly by Robert Carlyle.