...Anthony and his dad are thumping about in the master bedroom, attempting to hang some lining paper.
Esme is hiding behind the sewing chair, curled up on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf there, wishing all the noise would stop so she could have a relaxing snooze in the chair rather than behind it.
I have been sorting out oodles of paperwork & either putting it in piles for filing, or shredding it (sorry Esme) into cross-cut piles of fluff that I would quite like to just throw into the air.
But I just sat on the sofa to have a five minute rest while the shredder cooled down & FoleyCat appeared from her secret-hiding-from-noise-spot and curled up on my lap seeking fuss.
So I have sat here, fussing a cute kitty, serenading her with "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes" (playing from the pc) and known that right here, right now there is no place I'd rather be.
Then Foley bit my finger & vanished again.
But it was worth making a note of. Too many perfect moments get lost or missed. This one didn't.
*Sent from my iPhone*
2 comments:
Awww! That's lovely. And definitely worth sharing.
Werecat was a bit bitey last night. It made me smile because that means she is feeling better :)
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