Am I slothful? Lynettea says she can’t believe how slothful I have become. I am lying in my cosy because it is cold and there is a heated snugglesafe at the end of the rugs. Who wouldn’t like to stay and relax here? She went outside and got on the bus to go to a film called Mr Holmes that had no cats in it at all. Who is the foolish one, I might ask, if I wanted to be rude. Etiqette forces me to remain silent. I shall groom myself instead and think of something nice.
One of my favourite times of day is when we walk up to the food plates together, with me brushing her legs to guide her. And the sound of the foil packet opening. I will think of that . . .
