an accidental photo of Phillip's paw.
On the darkest night in mid-winter Philip quietly slid open the glass
cabinet door. He jumped nimbly to the floor. This was the tallest
cabinet and he was surprised he didn’t shake or
fall over. It had felt
He knew where Sophie the cat slept. From a distance, he thought
he could take a photo of her sleeping stretched out or curled-up body.
She was on the lounge-room
mat. (for some reason known only to the
cat, the floor had become more popular than her high tower bed.)
From the table-top, he aimed his camera.
She didn’t wake and everyone else still slept.
Now back to bed.
Again, with agility, he jumped
back to the carpet. He forgot to hold
tightly to the
camera. It slid off his shoulder and landed on the nose of
the sleeping cat as he ran past her.
‘MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!
Sophie reacted passionately
as if she was being murdered.
The shelf bears all woke. Sue Care Bear on Uncle Joseph’s lap
called out, ‘What’s happened?’
Joseph and Old
Ted immediately tried to quell the bear
commotions. ‘Shh! Shh! Many voices can be heard by human
Missie also reacted instantly.
The dog barrelled through the screen door.
She instantly saw the tiny golden bear running across the room.
She grabbed him and carried him in her mouth. Extending her reach
balancing on her hind feet, she dropped him safely up to where his
indicated the open cupboard door. Other bears, standing
the entrance were bowled over as Philip hurtled in.
Philip was surprised at how his companions were not only waiting,
but how quickly and efficiently they helped him, and even closed the
Within minutes the room returned to normal.
Missie walked over to the cat. ‘You ok?’ she barked. ‘Are you hurt?’
‘Something fell on me. It hit my nose. It hurt!’ Sophie
mewed. ‘Did you see who did it.’
‘No! I didn’t see anything.'
Tenderly the border collie licked the cat’s nose. Sophie purred
loudly and contentedly.
Then, Missie turned to face Daniel who wandered in half-asleep.
His slippered feet
flapped as he entered. His slippers were not fully
covering his feet.
His hair was tangled and in disarray.
‘What’s going on? Do you know Missie?'
She looked up at him expressing her usual desire to help. He
rubbed her ears. 'Well everything seems to be in order now.’
He patted Sophie who purred her agreement. ‘Oh yes everything
is ok NOW!’
Daniel yawned ‘Guess I’ll just go back to bed.’ He began to
walk towards the bedroom when his eyes saw something on the mat.
He picked up
the small camera on its leather strap and said,
‘Who does this belong to?’
No answer was expected but Missie came and sat beside him.
She looked up at him and placed her paw on his knee. She barked
and then softly whined, ‘Don’t worry. I’ll look after it.
Trust me!. You can go back to bed. Woof! Woof! Woof!’
He didn’t know if she was actually talking to him or not, but in his
mind came a refrain.
‘Woof! Woof! Woof! Back to
bed. Trust me!’.
Her paw gently patted his knee.
Daniel rolled up the camera it its strap, then passed it to the dog.
Her jaw gently closed over
Proudly carrying it she made several circuits of the lounge room
until the father had returned to his bedroom, and she heard the door
close behind him.
Then, assuming a dancing position, balancing on her back legs,
with her body extended, this agile border collie moved towards the
From the top shelf a small golden-yellow paw came out and took
the camera from the dog’s mouth.
‘Thank you!’ Philip said. Behind him he heard applause and
‘Well done dog! What a beautiful animal you are!’
With head held high and tail wagging furiously, Missie
outside to her special place of peace, She took up her position of
'guarding the house.'
First she checked Sophie. She found the cat curled up
in a tight
ball, again on top of her cat tower, fast asleep.