|"Fatty; doesn't like noises"|
It is a dark, bitter Saturday evening, and Hindus across the globe are celebrating Diwali; a religious festival of light. Being a festival of light, and living in an area of London containing a mass Indian population, this leaves the sky at night lost to the mercy of fireworks; armies of booming, noisy, colourful fireworks. As bold as Fatty is, and even though he is too proud to openly admit it, he is scared to death of sky noises; the cat world believe it symbolizes a global invasion of birds, pigeons, hawks, and other natural enemies of our moggy friends.
I slowly walk over to Fatty; who is still cautious with me, but doesn't back away. I lean down and explain the meaning behind the noises, then tell him he should go home when all is quiet, get some noms, and have a cozy rest in his favourite sitting place. Tomorrow, I tell him, there will be more sky noises, then that is it for another year. He seems reassured, but also a little disappointed the fireworks have nothing to do with his holiness; unconvinced hoomans can actually enjoy tasks, that don't involve moggies in some capacity.
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