The Cat
While I might live alone I donβt live in solitude.
Checking the window is secure before settling in for the night.
On a warm Caturday afternoon we swish the tail back and forth then nap outside in the shade. π
βYou woke me up from my Caturday nap. Thereβs going to be trouble.β π
On Caturday, we observe the world from the balcony. π
Every single time I put the ironing board up the cat jumps straight on to it. If only she could do the ironing as well. π
On Caturday we roll around on the tiles outside and get rid of excess hair. π
Me: Iβm going back to work today, will you miss me?
The Cat: π€
On the last Caturday of the year the great hunter hides where nobody can see it and lays in wait for unsuspecting feet to walk by. π
On Caturday we try and work out where the spider has disappeared to.