Nothing to do with wine…

Except for the fact that I’m sipping a rather delicious Argentinean Pinot Noir (from Patagonia!) while writing, this blog has nothing to do with wine. Rather, it has to do with my cat (as some of you know I’ve got two of them) who got kidnapped on Friday and was only released two days and £25 later.
It all happened in the goodwill of two of my elderly neighbors who had spotted Marco loitering around our house seeking human attention (and the occasional biscuit) and thought he was the lost, friendly black and white cat on a local poster. Hence, they called the local vet who, basket in hand, arrived 10 minutes later and fetched Marco sitting on the doorstep to our (his) home. Whisked away in a taxi, Marco managed to escape the basket and apparently had a go at the taxi’s leather interior. This resulted in the vet having to pay £25 on top of the cab fare and we, when we eventually located Marco two days later, had to bail him out before we could bring him home…