Reading Group

Earlier in the day I added to my Freya-incurred scar count, after getting a little too confident that you can now hover her a couple of inches above the ground to move her to the correct food bowl. Picking her up randomly when all she wants is food is best avoided… Not that she lashed out, but simply in pushing away from me I got a claw scratch and deep puncture.

It’s difficult, though, at times to remember just how semi-feral she was, hiding under chairs and behind curtains. Tonight I lay down on the sofa to read, in just what happens to be her favourite spot. She wandered up, jumped behind my legs, and promptly indulged in sleepy yoga, using me as a prop.