fredag den 8. november 2013

Sortemis på eventyr -- Blackie the Cat

     Forleden dag da Piraten og jeg stod og ventede på bussen, hørte vi nogle råger, der råbte op. Vi kiggede op i et valnøddetræ på den anden side af vejen og så ...

Some days ago Pirate and I were waiting for the bus. We heard some crows scolding, and we looked up. In a walnut tree on the other side of the road we saw this  ...


     Men hov! En af rågerne er jo ikke en råge. Det er en ualmindelig sort kat, ikke et hvidt hår fra snude til halespids, en rigtig heksekat. Vi har hilst på den før ved det her busstoppested, og vi ved at den bor i huset med valnøddetræet, og at den tit går på eventyr. Vi kalder den Sortemis. Det er måske ikke særlig originalt, men navnet passer til ham.
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One of the crows is no a crow. It's a cat. We've met this cat ealier. It lives in the house with the walnut tree, but we have met it running around in several times before. It is jet black with non a single white hair anywhere. Truly a witch's cat, and we call him Blackie, not so very original maybe, but the name fits him.



     Der samlede sig langsomt flere råger, der fløj truende rundt, skældte ud og lavede et farligt spektakel. Sortemis strakte sig og begyndte at klatre.
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Slowly more and more crows gathered, flew around the tree,  and scolded the cat, They made a big noise and Blackie the cat stretched and began climbing. .



     Piraten og jeg var sikre på at Sortemis ville klatre op og give de frække råger hvad de havde fortjent. Men det var slet ikke det, han havde til hensigt. Sortemis vidste bare at man ikke kunne komme ned ad den gren, han sad i.
     Desværre kom bussen og Uglemor kunne ikke tage filmen færdig. Historien ender med at Sortemis klatre ned ad den anden gren og redder sig i sikkerhed ved at springe ned på postkasserne lige udenfor billedet og derfra videre ned på jorden. Vi fik lige et sidste glimt af en sort hale der rundede hjørnet, inden bussen kørte.
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The Pirate and I agreed that the cat was going to chase away those impertinent and noisy birds, but Blackie id not climb upwards. The many crows had scared him, and he was on his way down. Unfortunately the but arrived and MotherOwl was unable to finish her film.
Blackie climbed down the other branch, and jumped to safety via the letter boxes just outside the picture.
We had a last glimpse of a black tail round the corner as the bus drove off.

2 kommentarer:

  1. Uglemor,

    There are so many stories around us waiting to be written! I enjoyed hearing about Blackie. Nearly every day a strange cat visits our garden. It's very thin compared to our fat cats, so the girls have named it Oliver Twist. It likes to annoy our cats by coming close to the window and then walking away as if it hasn't a care in the world. It has worked out our cats are inside cats. They can't get outside to case it away. They can't do anything about Oliver Twist walking through our garden. I must put Oliver Twit into one of my Angel stories!

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  2. Oh, I'd like to hear more about Oliver Twist He sounds like a really tomcat, teasing your poor indoor cats, that can't come out to chase him.
    And yes, there are stories around ud for more than a lifetime of writing, I'm afraid. .

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