Monday, 4 November 2019

I spent the week working, making money, doing important things that important adults do. I was tired by the time the weekend came.  And yet, my tasks were not over. I needed to buy groceries,  and wash clothes, and dishes.
Saturday afternoon. Lucy greeted me at the door.
Her determined stance spoke volumes.
'Get in here.  Sit down! You haven't stopped this week."
'Hang on a minute. I know, I know. I just need to hang out the washing '.
"Sit down. Rest!"
She looked at me in her determined manner that is both disarming and infuriating in equal measures.
I hung out the washing.  I was so tired, the lack of sleep, the early morning and the extra exercise meant I was spent. She knew it. I knew it. I wouldn't let her know she was right.
Her insistent yowl tore through the house.
"Sit down! Cuddle me!"
She won me over. Again.
Before I knew it, she had climbed onto my lap, and her blissful purring enveloped me as I slipped into slumber.  Just what we both needed.


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