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The Leap.

For this week’s prompt, I considered the Leap Year tradition of women proposing marriage. Apparently, the tradition dictates that if the proposal is not accepted, the man must make the woman a gift of a pair of gloves. And then run like hell, I should think!

But I have chosen, instead, to do a quick pen and wash sketch of a place about a half hour drive from where I live.

Today, this place is known as “The Leap,” although I think its Aboriginal name of Mandarana is more melodious. It recalls a sad and ugly episode in this country’s recent past.

In 1867, so the story goes, European settlers were losing cattle to local tribesmen. Troopers were sent to arrest the miscreants. A young woman, Kowaha, fled, carrying her child and rather than be captured leapt to her death from the cliff. But the child survived and was raised by the wife of a Trooper. She died in 1928.
This link gives some information.


After the tears and tragedies of the flood we hear some “funny things.” There has been practical help from many quarters, from a local restaurant running a meals-on-wheels service; to people who were not flooded taking in neighbours and the small, practical gestures, like cruising flooded streets in boats to look for lost pets.

Just imagine that your house has had a torrent of muddy water, several feet deep, rush through. Now, to this mix, add some raw sewage. You have lost everything. You make your way to one of the Assistance Points and ask for funds to buy mops, buckets, disinfectant, et cetera to start cleaning the mess. And the helpful little person at the Assistance Point asks you for your rates notice as proof of residence!

Sometimes, all you can do is laugh…


I suppose I should not be surprised. After all, Sporran has been a great jumper since she could walk. She was the first to reach table height. So when things seemed a little quiet this morning…
I looked in the closet, the bedroom, the bathroom, the pantry. No kittens. Then I noticed that the front door was not shut! It’s amazing how well you can run with your sneakers on the wrong feet! No sign of the little rat-bags in our garden and no response to my whistling so I sprinted back into the kitchen and grabbed a can of beans and a fork and did my Gene Krupa act. That worked! Closing the door very firmly, I made some coffee returned to my keyboard. And soon, things seemed a little quiet…yep! the front door was open again and they’d gone. Again. A repeat of the fork-on-can act brought them back.This time, I locked the damned door!

The green-eyed monster of the dish rack…be very afraid!

And now I must wrap this up and go to town. To the locksmith. To have a spare key cut.
Because I have to lock the front door.And my key is on a key-ring. An enticingly dangly key-ring…(I don’t want to have to go to the glazier as well!)

Oh! Before I go…tomorrow, or maybe the next day, I’ll introduce you to Ziggy.

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Author: dinahmow

A New Zealander, currently living in tropical Queensland,Australia (with 2 cats and one Main Man).Old enough to remember George VI, white tennis balls and life-before-television.You want more? Read the blog!


  1. 🙂 what did I tell you about girlie-cats?!

    Before we went on our long-weekend break, our Miss-Chief pretended to go outside and then hid inside the house! We shut the door leaving Chester in the kitchen and a note our neighbour saying Chloe may be shut in the main part of the house and please check if she doesn’t appear for food. Our neighbour checked in every room but didn’t see Chloe all weekend.

    When we returned I was reading the note left for us and heard a feint “mew” from behind the door from the kitchen to the hall – guess who was a very very very hungry Miss!!!!

    … and Chester, well he’d had double rations for 4 days!

    You’re going to have some fun…


  2. The sketch is delightful and so is the story. Aren’t cats wonderfully fun and mischeivous!


  3. Well, Dinahmow, The Leap is a beautiful piece of work. And the story is as beautiful and colourful.

    Now as for those kittens, glad you got them back!


  4. celia, jana and ww…thankyou. I was going to drive up to The Leap and take a photo, but the weather turned again and visibility was down to not- very- far so maybe another day…
    Update on runaway kittens. Man! They can move! And the little beggars always go in opposite directions…


  5. Looking forward to meeting Ziggy!

    It’s a touching story The Leap.

    Apart from the stupidity of the powers that be, it’s good to hear that things are getting back to normal there and that there are naughty kittens to bring a smile to your face.


  6. robyn…nice to see you! And, ys, at least we have fun.


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