Those of you who live with pets will be familiar with the notion that your home, at times, seems to belong more to your animals than it does to you.
MasterB’s toys and bed take up space in the sitting room. His litter tray shares my bathroom. The kitchen floor houses his bowls, and his food fills cupboards.
I hope you noticed the word bed. He has a lovely bed. He even sleeps in it sometimes.
Yesterday afternoon, following several hours in the garden doing I know not what while I struggled with paperwork and tried to make figures tally, he really needed to stretch out and sleep.
I’m not sure he truly understands the concept of sharing.