It’s the summer solstice. Usually Cat Daddy and I would be doing something fun as it’s also our wedding anniversary, but I still have the last few dregs of Covid. So we will probably spend the day cooking separate meals and sitting in separate rooms instead.
Meanwhile, Louis Catorze is out. As soon as Cat Daddy puts the cushions out on our outdoor seating, Catorze is there.
That said, he still makes time to keep his Coviddy maman company. Two nights ago, when I was getting ready for bed at some desperately early still-daylight hour, I decided to call him in for a goodnight cuddle. Catorze is pretty good at coming when he’s called, but he was outside so, being too lazy to go to him, I knew that I’d have to shout pretty loudly for him to hear me across the hallway and out through the open bathroom window. So I opened the bedroom door and bellowed his name with all his might.
I then head a “Mwah” and pitter-pattering paws. It turned out that Catorze had actually come up to the bedroom and wasn’t outside at all. In my haste to project my voice as far as I could, I hadn’t seen him at my feet, and my shouting had scared him. Oh dear.
So, whilst I sit trying to drown the Covid with Lemsip*, Sa Maj is out. Again. And, even though I have seen the silhouette of Foxy Loxy slinking through the half-light, I know that the little sod can handle himself.
*Lemsip does not cure Covid. I know this. It just makes my brain feel that I’m doing something to help myself.
Happy Solstice to you all.
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