Gunpowder, treason and plot

I rather like bonfire night, but the cat does not. Last night she spent part of the evening hiding under the dining room table refusing to come out until the banging noises stopped. I ended up under the table trying to convince her that life was worth hanging o­nto for a couple of days and that it would all calm down soon. Tonight will be worse. I think I will be going out to see the Bridge of Allan fireworks, leaving Tilly under the table.

She will call me the traitor.

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