That Cat

The boys have done their schoolwork so the rest of the family have gone for a walk, leaving me alone with the cat.

In the five seconds it took for me to go and grab a piece of fruit, that cat had leapt into my chair and made himself comfortable.

He has a thing about trying to steal my seating arrangements. He did the same thing yesterday — just as I’d finished weeding and was about to put my feet up, that cat decided to put in an appearance.

He often does this at mealtimes, so much so that I have come close to sitting on him.

Maybe I should.