Don’t worry; we are comfortable. Me in the dining room in Tosca’s old bed, where I can keep an eye on everything that goes on, Hamish at the back door where he can escape pronto through the cat flap when Rachel comes into the kitchen. Or under the sofa. Because that’s what Hamish is like……
Rachel said that our window cushions were looking shabby. She commented on how much hair and debris such clean animals manage to deposit on their sleeping places.
Rachel always manages to insult us….
But she bought us new cushions. ‘Coral’ they were supposed to be; she thinks ‘soft red’ is more accurate. Big, bouncy cushions; she worried in case we wouldn’t like them.
It’s ok, I suppose. Feels comfy enough…. Probably only big enough for me. I’ll move over a bit.