There was a sprinkling of snow this morning. Maybe it was forecast, I don’t know. It soon vanished and today has been a bit warmer thank goodness. Not exactly balmy, so don’t imagine us out and about in summer frocks, fanning ourselves to keep cool. It’s still multiple layer weather, and when I head out again to work in a few minutes I shall swap what I am wearing for clothes with greater insulation.
Last night I was up and down the stairs repeatedly as MasterB tried to decide whether he wanted to go out or not. On the whole he thought not. I believe his decision was complicated by the need to pee, as once he had achieved that objective in the litter tray, he seemed much calmer about the whole business.
He had had a trying afternoon. I had come home shortly after lunchtime and Cookie was there to greet me, even hoisting her tail into the upright position. Her humans must have been out. I was her passport to warmth and a snack. She wanted to settle and sleep. Her presence was like a wasp sting to MasterB. He walked backwards and forwards; played rough games with a feathered toy and the rug; meowed at me in demanding tones.
His constant fidgeting finally disturbed Cookie, who had been doing a very good sleeping princess routine. Both cats then started moving around the flat. I couldn’t see quite what they were trying to do. Eventually, MasterB went to door and cried. I walked downstairs with him, Cookie bringing up the rear.
I do not know how anyone who has two cats – and some brave souls have more – manages to get anything done. This afternoon there was no sign of her, so I am guessing she is curled up in unseemly comfort and keeping Rebecca company.
I’ve crossed lots of tasks of my list. I am definitely a one cat household.