My Chair

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Caro sent me a text from her bed this morning. She was covered in cats, she said. And could I get her a cup of coffee and a muffin?

I replied back that I was stuck under Jasper and sent her this picture. 

This is our role in this house. We are comfy chairs for cats. Cuddly cushions that provide warms and pats. 

I may be cuddlier now than I was a few years back. 

It is striking to me that I am content to be cat-furniture. I used to have ambition. Now a sleeping cat on my stomach is my highest aspiration.

Sorry Jasper. Have I been disturbing you? I'll be quiet now...

S.