Rachel thinks I don’t get enough exercise. She says I just sleep, eat, sleep, with naps in between.
Not true! I tell her. I also spend time thinking.
And washing. Then thinking some more.
Sometimes she carries me downstairs and dumps me in the garden.
I might stay there for a few minutes, and then come in through the cat flap.
I always check the dinner dish before I go upstairs to resume my nap.
Going upstairs is exercise, isn’t it?