I
spent last night on my own and it was very strange. There wasn't even
a cat to keep me company for, like most cats, they
probably
have
second
homes.
No
carers coming in, no Pearlie to see to, no Bert or the dogs. The
house is so
quiet.
I
watched a little TV last night. This morning there was nothing on the
table but an empty wine glass and a remote control. No dirty ashtray,
cigarette papers, tobacco shreds, spilled coffee, sheet music or
clarinets. For
Bert
is a very throughother
boy.
The
cats came home this morning. Holly went straight upstairs and
burrowed under my duvet for a day long catnap. Fred went straight to
the cupboard where the dry cat food is kept and buried his head in
the bag. He mustn't get fed at his other home.
4 comments:
The exciting life can be so wearing at times! Sounds like a week on a warm beach might be just what a gal needs...
Hubby and dogs back home tomorrow and my peace will be at an end. I have seen two people today, the postman and a farmer. I wouldn't mind the beach for a day or two. This one would do me fine.
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...and what did you do with the dogs?
Seriously, I love the house when it is all mine. :)
The dogs went with Bert. I think I missed them the most!
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