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‘And what about you? You can’t be his dad because you’re my dad,’ he said, and I heard jealousy rearing up in his voice.
‘If you’re like a cousin to him then maybe I can be a bit like an uncle to him. Does that sound OK with you? Because you are my son, my number one and you always will be, understood?’
‘Yes, you’re right, we need to be nice to Pickles. He can be my friend, after all.’ George hopped around, and even I was surprised by the sudden change in attitude.
‘Oh George, that’s so great, and you’ll grow to love him, I’m sure you will.’ I crossed my paws he would anyway.
‘After all, I have a very big heart,’ George said.
‘You do,’ Nellie agreed, in the motherly way of hers.
‘The biggest,’ Elvis added, he was a wise cat, when he felt like it, as he licked his paw.
‘And I am proud of you every single day,’ I added, as emotion overwhelmed me.
‘A bit like how I was friends with Hana when she moved from Japan and was lonely, I can try to be the same with Pickles. But Hana’s my best friend, so I won’t like Pickles as much as I like her.’
‘That’s OK.’ I sensed the need for baby steps.
‘You’re right, Dad. Pickles is a silly puppy, who doesn’t know anything, right?’
‘I’m not sure about the silly part but yes,’ I agreed. Actually, he was silly, but I was trying to get George to bond with him, not tease him.
‘So, I need to teach him everything I know,’ George added.
‘Exactly,’ I agreed.
‘I will do what you asked, and I will start tomorrow morning. I’m going to teach Pickles catting.’
‘Eh?’ Nellie said.
‘It makes sense. Pickles is a dog, and everyone knows they’re not as good as cats, so I will increase his chances by teaching him to be like me.’
Nellie, Elvis and I blinked at each other. It wasn’t quite what I had in mind, but seeing as I had somehow led him to this place I couldn’t argue. I didn’t have a paw to stand on after all.
‘It’s more about teaching him things you know,’ I reiterated.
‘And I know how to be a cat. So that is what I will teach him. I’m going to teach Pickles how to be a cat, and I just can’t wait to get started.’
Chapter Six (#ulink_e0eb1448-2403-5c2a-acb6-b1e698c4e1ad)
The education of Pickles would have to wait because we had headed next door to Sylvie’s for a Japanese night. The night started out badly when Jonathan was late, because of his new job, which led to an angry hushed exchange at our house between him and Claire. I knew it was because he wanted to change out of his suit, but Claire said he didn’t have time, and that he should have left work earlier. I could see both points, Jonathan was working hard, which he had warned us he would have to, but the reality wasn’t as easy as the theory, it seemed.
Sylvie served up some wonderful Japanese food, including raw fish – sashimi – for me, Hana and George before the humans were seated. It was delicious. When Sylvie hosted Japanese night, as many of our families who could make it usually attended. Tonight Polly and Matt couldn’t be there, and Tomasz was working, so it was just Claire and Jonathan, Franceska, her children, Aleksy and Tommy, along with Harold, Sylvie, Marcus and Connie. And us cats of course. Our children were being looked after by our babysitter, Rosie, who lived on our street and helped out for us all from time to time.
‘Who’s hungry?’ Sylvie asked, ushering everyone to sit around their large dining table where the colourful food was laid out waiting for the humans. I wanted to bound over and get stuck in, but I had to show Hana and George manners, so I held back, although my mouth was literally watering from the taster I’d enjoyed beforehand. Harold made a huge fuss of George as usual as he slowly made his way over to the feast.
‘Have you got any bread? Any English food?’ Harold asked, once seated. He insisted on coming to Japanese night, but he refused to eat the food. Perhaps there was some hope of an extra portion?
‘I’ll get you some, Harold,’ Connie offered. ‘Would you like a sandwich?’ she asked, sweetly.
‘If you insist and a nice bit of ham wouldn’t go amiss,’ he mumbled.
‘Anything for you, Harold,’ Sylvie said. She was so calm and patient these days, which with Harold you had to be.
‘Wine?’ Marcus asked, filling up glasses with a warm smile.
‘Yes please,’ Tommy asked, and giggled. Out of the two boys he was the most likely to get into trouble.
‘Tommy, you are far too young,’ Franceska chastised, ruffling his hair in her maternal fashion.
‘As are you, Connie, before you get any ideas,’ Sylvie added but it was all in good humour. Tommy was nearly thirteen, and Connie and Aleksy almost fifteen, growing up so fast. When I first met Tommy, he was still in a pushchair. Goodness, that made me feel old.
‘So how’s the puppy settling in?’ Marcus asked.
‘Ah, he’s gorgeous,’ Claire said. ‘So sweet and so much fun.’
‘But not as gorgeous as our George,’ Harold said, and I purred in agreement.
‘I can’t wait to meet him,’ Connie added. Claire had organised a sort of ‘welcome to the family’ party for him at the weekend, which of course annoyed George. His whiskers had definitely been put out of joint.
‘I know, I haven’t even seen him yet,’ Jonathan added. ‘Working long hours means I barely see my own family let alone the new puppy.’ He sounded sad, and I did worry about him. He and Claire said it would only be like this while he settled into his new job, and I just hoped it wouldn’t take too long for things to change.
‘But the weekend will be lovely, having us all together,’ Claire reiterated. ‘Harold, you’re definitely coming, aren’t you?’
‘As long as we get some normal food,’ he blustered.
‘Luckily we don’t get easily offended,’ Marcus laughed. But we were all used to Harold’s ways, and we loved him for it.
‘Then after lunch, we can watch the footie together, Harold,’ Jonathan said.
‘Now, you’re talking.’ He grinned.
‘Can we do anything?’ Sylvie asked.
‘No, all under control, just bring yourselves,’ Claire beamed.
‘And Tomasz has promised he will definitely be here,’ Franceska said. Tomasz could work too hard at the restaurant as well, but he was much better lately now he had a full team of staff in place.
‘I’ll probably be the one to play most with the puppy,’ Tommy said.
‘How come?’ his mum asked.
‘Because I’m the odd one out now. Connie and Aleksy spend the whole time holding hands and making gooey noises, and the other children are still really young kids, so I am in the middle. I’ll train the puppy, I might get him to do some tricks. Even teach him to dance.’
Good luck with that, I thought, as I headed over to experience our feast.
I sat back and cleaned myself up, hoping that a morsel might make its way in my direction. George and Hana were occupied, their little heads almost touching, and paws entwined. I was just glad they had each other.
‘George told me all about the puppy,’ Hana said, as I joined them. ‘He sounds interesting,’ she said carefully.
‘Pickles, he’s quite exhausting but quite sweet, Hana. I’m sure you’ll meet him soon,’ I said.
‘I would like to meet him, I’ve never met a dog before, but I’m a little nervous,’ she said. She’d lived a very sheltered life in Japan.
‘Don’t worry, Hana I will be right by your side when you do,’ George said, puffing his chest out.
‘Oh George, you are the best,’ she replied.
‘Then I’m excited to meet him,’ she finished, with a grin. I smiled, because these two were like chalk and cheese. George, a bundle of energy who barely ever stood still and Hana, so calm, even the way she moved was sleek and graceful. George had all the grace of a dog. Oh goodness, now with Pickles in our lives, I really ought to stop thinking that way.
I left my boy happily playing with Hana, and I went back to see the humans. I jumped onto Aleksy’s lap and let him fuss over me. He also gave me some of his leftovers, which I received gratefully.
‘Does Alfie like the puppy?’ Aleksy asked.
‘You know Alfie, he’s kind to everyone,’ Claire said, echoing my thoughts.
‘But you know, cats don’t always like dogs,’ Jonathan pointed out.
‘Alfie and George seem to have taken to him, and he already adores them. He follows them around everywhere.’
‘Alfie, you need to come to our house soon, Dustbin has been really busy, but he’d like to see you,’ Tommy said. Franceska, Tomasz, Aleksy and Tommy lived a few streets away from Edgar Road, and I visited them often, I even stayed there sometimes, but I hadn’t been over since before the holiday. With everything going on, I just hadn’t had a minute. Dustbin worked for the restaurant, he kept the rodents at bay, and we were great friends. He was a feral cat with one of the biggest hearts I knew. He’d helped me get out of a few scrapes over the years, and I missed spending time with him. I wondered if it would be safe to leave George and Pickles alone the following day. It might give George a sense of responsibility and also allow him and Pickles to bond a bit. That way we all win, George would get to be a big brother, or cousin rather, and I got time off. Perfect, it was another good plan.
‘Tomorrow we have careers day,’ Aleksy said.
‘What’s that?’ Jonathan asked.
‘It’s a day of learning about different jobs that we might want to do, so we can begin to think about it,’ Connie explained.
‘God, you are so young, I had no idea what I wanted to do until about ten years ago,’ Marcus said.
‘I’m not sure I’ve decided yet,’ Jonathan joked.
‘Not helpful,’ Claire chastised.
‘What do you do?’ Tommy asked Marcus.
‘I had my own business, but I sold it, so now I work for a business advisory company, where we help companies find ways to grow. I actually quite like it,’ Marcus explained. Tommy made a face.
‘And I work in investments in the City,’ Jonathan added.
‘I’m going to be a fireman,’ Tommy announced. ‘I like to save people, and I like fires.’ No one really wanted to comment on that, and stayed quiet.
‘I think I’d like to work in restaurants,’ Aleksy said.
‘Ah, you just want to suck up to mum and dad,’ Tommy shot.
‘No I do not, I think the business side would be interesting. I like hospitality, and I like the fact that we make people happy with our food.’
‘Ah, kochanie, we would love for you to work with us one day, but it has to be what you want to do.’ Kochanie was a Polish term of affection, Franceska used it a lot.
‘What about you, Connie?’
‘I’d like to be a solicitor, I think. Once I’m qualified, I can travel if I want to, or stay here.’
‘Her father’s a solicitor,’ Sylvie said; her voice filled with sadness and her eyes clouded over. It was a ‘Sylvie moment’, and it could go either way.
‘Maybe it’s in the blood then,’ Marcus quickly cut in, diffusing the situation. He was good at that. She was still bitter about her ex-husband and rightfully so, he went off with a younger woman and they recently had a baby. Connie’s father still lived in Japan, which was very hard for her, as she only got to speak to him on Skype occasionally. Marcus, though, was a top bloke. He knew how to handle the situation, and I was grateful that Sylvie had welcomed him into their lives.
‘It might be in my blood, I think it is,’ Connie finished. ‘Now I have to work hard and get the grades I need to study law at a good university.’
‘Right, let’s help with the clearing up,’ Franceska suggested and as chairs began scraping along the floor, and plates clanked together, all felt right once again.
George and I sat on the back doorstep of our house and watched the stars.
‘So tomorrow I’m in charge of the dog?’ George said, puffing his chest out importantly.
‘You and Pickles can spend some time alone, so you can share your wisdom with him,’ I said. ‘Remember, the most important thing, you need to be kind to Pickles.’
‘I will be, but does Pickles have to do everything I say?’
‘I think that sounds a bit more like you’re going to boss him around, rather than teach him.’
‘OK, but he’s the youngest. If he does something wrong, I can tell him to stop? I’m the boss because I’m the oldest.’
‘You absolutely can do that, as long as you tell him nicely.’
‘So I am in charge then.’
There was no point in arguing further. We enjoyed the night air for a bit longer, before we headed inside. I tucked George in where he slept on the end of Toby’s bed on his own blanket. It was so sweet, the bond they shared. At times like this, as I saw my family and my friends, I counted my blessings. Tomorrow I would see my other friend, which would make me very happy indeed. I just hoped and prayed that George and Pickles would be alright together. And that the house was still standing when I got home.
Chapter Seven (#ulink_5c5fc134-ca07-5cf7-9d03-8b1628313e27)
The following morning, I took my time strolling to Franceska and Tomasz’ place. Autumn was in the air, and leaves were turning brown on the trees, ready to shed. It was one of my favourite times because I loved playing with leaves. It was a sunny but chilly day, and I intended to enjoy the time alone. Since becoming a parent, I had come to value alone time. Now that George was older and went off on his own, I veered from worrying about him to enjoying a bit of peace. However, since being joined by Pickles, I was reminded of when George was a tiny kitten, and I had barely any time to myself. As I enjoyed my walk, I passed a lot of legs on the pavement, people rushing around, busily, no one seemed as chilled as I was. I dodged some pushchair wheels and nearly got stepped on a couple of times, but I was an expert in dodging humans. I even saw a couple of dogs, on leads, and I tried to smile at them, but they didn’t seem to be that keen to smile back. Maybe my new relationship with the dog world would take time.
When I arrived, I scooted around the back of the restaurant through the alley I knew well, and headed to the dustbin area where I knew I would find my friend, Dustbin. He was aptly named. Even if he was a bit scruffy looking, and could be a little fragrant at times, I adored him. As did George.
‘Dustbin,’ I said, and then stopped. Next to him was a scruffy-looking female cat, who I had never seen before.
‘Ah Alfie,’ he greeted me. ‘What a nice surprise.’
‘Who is this?’ I asked as the cat, who on closer inspection was a ginger cat with very green eyes, gave me the once-over.
‘This is Ally, she lives in the next alley. We met when she strayed into my yard while you were away, and then she offered to help with the rodents, so we’ve been hanging out ever since.’
If cats could blush, I am pretty sure that Dustbin might have done so. In fact, I swear his whiskers turned a bit pink. Dustbin, although happy to be friends, was more of a loner cat so this was definitely a turn up for the paws. I was proud of him, and I was pleased for him if it was what I thought it was anyway.
‘Nice to meet you,’ Ally said. She looked a little shy suddenly, which for a big feral cat wasn’t that usual.
