Cutting Scenes - The Fine Line

ills. There’s a wonderful nurse at the vets who always makes a
big fuss of me, so occasionally I pretend to be sick just to go
and see her again. If Toby was to ever find out ... well, bugger
me!!
“Oops, sorry - another thing we don’t do in our species.
Not enough closets, I guess ...”
“Toby works in all temperatures, while I laze around,
sleeping, eating and drinking, and occasionally, if I’m lucky,
the other. When he gets home tired from work, he still has to
take me for a long walk, whether he wants to or not. I have to
keep healthy you know? He has to amuse me whenever he’s in the
house.”
“The pleasure is not all one-sided. I do have my uses.”
“For example, like the night Toby and Mary-Anne were out,
and I stopped a burglar from taking all Toby’s nice things. It
all happened so quickly; I surprised myself with what I did.”
“I was sleeping inside the house when I heard the sound of
breaking glass in the lounge. I was instantly alert. I spotted a
man slightly smaller in build than Toby climb in through this
broken window. I sensed something was wrong. Toby didn’t know
this man.”
“He kept the lights off, which gave me a decided
advantage.”
“Curious, I followed his flitting shadow as he went from
room to room. He scooped up jewellery, a small TV and DVD, and
Toby’s model car collection. He laid them out on the kitchen
table, before raiding the fridge for food. I crept up behind him
and whispered, “There’s an angel at your table, and he doesn’t
like you eating his food.”
The man jumped up in fright at the sound of my voice. When
I gave him my best impression of an angry Doberman - you know
the one what I mean – the snarling jaws, the rolled back,
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