Sunday, a welcome chance for a bit of a lie-in and the opportunity to catch up on sleep. Cat had obviously had an exhausting week. After a few hours in the garden patrolling his patch and napping in the flowerbeds, he came back in for a spot of brunch. After attending to his personal grooming and demanding and receiving attention me, in the role of his personal servant , another nap was in order. He went back to bed. My bed.
On my list of Things To Do today was stripping the bed and washing the bedlinen. I know I could have woken Cat up and turfed him outside, but as you’ve probably worked out by now, I’m a bit of a softie. Also, I thought maybe Cat would wake up shortly.
I was wrong. Time passed. The weather, sunny and slightly breezy, was perfect for drying laundry. I carried on with this and that. Came online. Commented on some blogs. Read my emails. Finished the crossword. Took photos. Cleaned the kitchen. Did some shopping. Cat slept on.
Some five and half hours after he had settled down for a post-prandial nap, Cat woke up; washed his paws, climbed languidly from the bed and miaowed at me.
I told him his new name was Rip Van Winkle. He blinked at me lazily, and stretched out on the floor so I could brush him. I noticed he had scratches or bites on both ears. They didn’t seem to bother him, but both bled gently when I brushed them.
Spruce once more, and the sleep wiped from his eyes, he made for the door. In my role of concierge, I followed him downstairs and let him out into the garden.
The sheets and pillow cases finally made it into the washing machine at half past five. A little while longer, and I’ll be able to peg them out on the line. Thank goodness for long light evenings.
The washing dried well. I added it to my ironing marathon, just completed. Cat came in again and is now asleep on the freshly made bed.