Missing Cat

Posted by dulwichmum on Wed 28 February 2007

This morning once again, all down Croxted Road, little posters had been tacked up onto trees. Some poor exhausted parent had been up at the crack of dawn, scanning, cutting and pasting, copying and pinning up the little posters up for all to see. The orange paper flickered in the breeze like tiny flames throughout West Dulwich.

An unfortunate local family have lost their beloved cat – ‘Slinky Malinky’. The notice, complete with a photo of an enormous multi coloured bagpus of a cat in a little child’s arms made my heart sink. The child’s face had been obscured, but the description of how Slinky Malinky had been lost, and the description of the resulting distress to the three little children made me want to rush home to search in our garage, and shed.

I didn’t dash home, clearly – I had to get to work. I texted the au pair, as it was starting to rain, and my bus was coming. I do hope that Ana understands what I have asked her to do, and follows my instructions to the letter. My heart sank in my (beautiful new black LK Bennett) boots as I made my way to work.

My darling cat has gone to live with Grandma Elizabeth in Wales. He has been bringing me home ‘special gifts’ again….live gifts, and frightening the life out of Ana, when he releases them into the house. Tiny pretty field mice, frogs and birds. Not just little birds. Krug tried to bring an enormous magpie through the cat flap the other night – we thought that a gang of drug infused hoodies were tearing down the door.

Little Krug has the courage of a lion, he reminds me of Freya. He sets his mind to something, and he will dig his nails in and hang on for dear life until he gets what he wants. That poor family, I hope they find their pet. There can be nothing worse than when the children are distressed.

James was determined to banish poor Krug from our house, since puss vandalised the roof of the soft top sports car. Krug is a feisty little beast. I expect he will turn up in London again soon, no-one pushes my cat around!

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 Names

Posted by dulwichmum on Tue 27 February 2007

This morning I was late for work. Darling Max dissolved into tears when I was helping him to get dressed. Apparently one of his little school chums has been hitting him. The poor baby just melted my heart, and we both shed a few tears. I decided to phone my PA, reschedule a meeting, and escort the lambs to school myself.

All of the mothers at this idyllic nursery school are more than approachable. No parent wants their child to hurt another. The teachers are all terribly helpful, sympathetic and experienced regarding any concern a parent may express. Max is the gentle giant in his class – the oldest boy, and never ever hurts another soul intentionally, by word or action. Freya he is not, she doesn’t give two hoots! I am terrified that Max could be bullied, and further – that Freya could choose a career in midwifery or rugby.

I discussed my concerns with Mrs Honeywell, while my baby boy concealed himself behind my skirt, kissing my hand.

‘I am afraid that Dustin has been involved in some rough play with Max and he is rather fearful. I think it is perhaps childhood exuberance, and with a little guidance all should be well’, I suggested.

Mrs Honeywell surprised me by saying she had been a little concerned last week when a child from violet class called ‘Panther’ (a close chum and compatriot of Dustin) had been prized off poor Max in the playground by our own baby girl – Freya.

There we stood, two grown adults, talking about children called ‘Panther’ and ‘Dustin’ – what in the name of God is happening in Dulwich? Where are these names coming from? An episode of Gladiators? Panther it seems is a tiny milky pale boy with red hair, I was imagining a tall athletic dark skinned boy – how did they choose his name? From a comic? What image are we asking these children to live up to. Nothing can surprise me now. Soon I expect Freya will ask to bring children home for tea – called Knuckles and Fang.

Who are these parents and what are they trying to tell the world about themselves by giving their children these names? It should come as no surprise to them that Dustin is a bully. He is forced to fight each day in the playground just to maintain his dignity with the Ceciley’s and Hugo’s of this world.

My mother-in-law says these parents are simply ‘NOCD’ – I will not even begin to justify or explain her expression – she has used that phrase about me on more than one occasion……

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