The Story of the Owwie!

A Foot Note to the French Adventure ........

......When I arrived in Singapore in September I still had the marks on my finger from the kitten bite I had received while in France. Emilia had asked me how I got it and asked if it was still 'Owwie'.

Over the next week whenever she saw the mark she would ask me to tell her the story of how I got it and each time the story grew with details. 

The first time she asked she was told “Grannie got bitten by a kitten she was saving from a dog”.

The second time it was “Grannie saved a kitten from a dog who had broken his lead but the kitten was so scared it bit Grannie!”

By the time three weeks had passed the story had become a 5 minute tale …...

The Story of the Owwie

One day Grannie decided to go and visit her brother Ronnie who lived far away in a country called France. She packed her bus called Lady Sage with food and things she would need for the trip and drove for many many hours. 

She got very tired and needed to sleep in her bus but but this was OK because she had a bed in her bus.

When Grannie arrived at her brothers house she met lots of animals. 

There were three dogs called Chester, Buffy and Sweetpea, two cats that wandered everywhere they wanted to and a tiny kitten. 

Now all the animals were very good friends. The dogs would play together in the big garden while the cats sat on the wall and watched but the little kitten needed to stay inside because she was too small to go out.

When the kitten got a bit bigger she was allowed to wander in the garden too. 

The three dogs loved having the little kitten to play with and they looked after her very well as she explored the garden, climbed through the flowers and chased the tiny flies and butterflies that flew around in the garden.

Every one in the garden was very happy!

One day some friends came to visit, they also had a dog but although this dog liked to play with people and other dogs he didn't like to play with cats and kittens. No, he liked to CHASE cats and kittens!!

Whenever he saw one of the big cats in the garden he would bark loudly and chase it until it jumped high over the wall and went to hide in the garden next door. Because the little kitten couldn't jump over the high wall she wasn't allowed to play in the garden when the big dog was about.

One day, when the big dog was tied up at the end of the garden the little kitten came out to play with her friends Chester, Buffy and Sweetpea. They all wandered up and down the garden sniffing all the flowers and hiding in the long grass. Bit by bit the little kitten got closer and closer to where the big dog was tied up not realising he didn't like kittens.

Suddenly the big dog saw her and started to bark. The little kitten froze with fright but her friends ran to protect her. They barked at the big dog to be quiet but the big dog just pulled and pulled at his lead.

He pulled and he pulled until with a loud SNAP! 

….. the lead broke!!!!

The big dog ran straight for the little kitten but her friends Chester, Buffy and Sweetpea jumped on the big dog to tell him to stop. 

The big dog didn't listen to the three friends and tried to catch the kitten but again her three dog friends jumped on him! 

There were paws and tails, heads and bottoms all over the place as they all fought together. They were all making so much noise that the little kitten became very very scared and started to Meow in a very loud voice.

“Meow, Meow, Meow” went the kitten

“Bark, Bark, Bark” went the dogs.

They made so much noise that Grannie heard them from all the way down the garden and had to run very fast to reach them before someone got hurt.

The kitten was making so much noise now. “Meow-meow, Meow-meow!!!” 

Grannie knew the little kitten was very afraid so she put her arm into the middle of all the paws and tails, heads and bottoms and picked the little kitten up high above all the fighting dogs.

The big dog tried to jump up to get the little kitten and because the little kitten was so so scared she tried to bite the big dog but she bit Grannies finger instead ….. very very hard.

“Oowwe!” Shouted Grannie but she couldn't put the little kitten down because all the dogs were still jumping around on the floor so she walked very quickly to the house while the little kitten continued to sink her sharp teeth deeply into Grannie's finger.

She closed the door behind her so the dogs couldn't get in then very gently put the little kitten down on the settee........

(this is possibly the only part of the story where I stretched the truth as that kitten was very firmly shaken off my hand in a fit of claws, teeth and noise!)

“It's OK, little kitten,” said Grannie, “You're OK now!” but when Grannie looked at her hand she realised she had an Oowwie on her finger!

(in truth I had blood pouring from my finger plus the rest of my hand where the tiny creature had fought me off and was swearing very loudly but little 3 years olds don't need to know those details yet!!)

Grannie put a plaster on her Oowwie to make it better and everything was all right again.

The End!