This morning Lucy Pussy is racing through the house like a banshee and even managed to climb a window. She looked as surprised as I did when she arrived at the top of it. We are also having a battle of wills regarding what I consider delicious cat food and what she considers muck. I sense she is winning that battle. And can anyone tell me why the handle of my gorgeous purple patent leather Lulu Guiness handbag is so tasty when cod gourmet meal isn’t?
Sometimes, though, we just chill.
And sometimes we chill in the study on the interview chair with the Our Lady cushion.