The Locksmith

This week I have learned about something new. This week I have learned about "Karma". Last night The Owner left me in a cold cottage and closed the door and left me indoors with no fire. Absolutely no fire at all! Just like to make that point. He then made much over his Inspector Poirrot style incisiveness when he caught me trying to get on to the sofa that I am not allowed on. Well this evening I have tried to keep my head down as much as possible and not attract further his ire which has meant laying at the end of the sofa, which is no hardship as it happens, as it is also beside the radiator. Although old skinflint won't let the heating stay on after half past seven there are still the last vestiges of heat to be got from it until nearly half past eight. Well this evening he has lit the fire, unlike last night, and at half past eight he stoked up and put on the last of his logs that he had in the basket. He said to no-one in particular, "I'd better get some more in before it gets really cold out there". So wearing just his trousers and a thin t shirt he leaps with great enthusiasm out of the back door trying not to get his bare feet cold on the concrete path and pulled the door closed behind him. Now I'm guessing he didn't want to do that. The look on his face was quite a picture..... through the glass.... from the inside... He spent the next half an hour waving through the cat flap trying to get me to bring him the keys. Well I'm a K9... that is a cat flap....I don't do cat flaps. He is now waiting out in the cold for the locksmith to arrive. I hope he gets here within the next hour or so or I might begin to feel the cold as the fire starts to die down. I think I may get on the sofa that I am not allowed on as well whilst I have the chance.