When you live with cats - no, they don't live with you - it's a lesson in learning how much is impossible to control. With them and in life. Princess Pearli is a wanderer, but this week, the prodigal daughter, deigned to spend a night at home, arriving around midnight, amidst much growling and Gandalf's green irritation.
The Cats' Mother consequently had a bad night because the bed became the battleground for her body heat.
Come sunrise, both demanded breakfast. Not quite in bed, but both returned to the bedroom, and the Princess, after her bath and a bask in the rising sun, returned to bed.
Gandalf, unhappily, kept his distance before giving her a wide berth before taking refuge on The Cats' Mother.
Short of being on my face, he could not get closer!
Until next time
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Until next time
Post script
I blog here, on Instagram and via WordPress to my own website. I write for love and a living and you'll find out more about that here. Content for the first two, and sometimes the last, cross pollinate.
Join Hive using this link and then join us in the Silver Bloggers' community.
Original artwork: @artywink
I create graphics using partly my own photographs as well as images available freely available on @hive.blog and Canva.