Slate grey

My big blue boy spent half the morning curled up on the settee and then took fright when I came to sit next to him at lunchtime and eat my bits of crusty bread. Then he jumped back up and rubbed around, jumped back down and rubbed against my kegs, my spare (and as yet unblipped muckle green) shoes, my coffee table, my hand when I leaned down, and then didn't know what to do so he sat looking vaguely at the kitchen. I am of course telepathic and knew that he wanted to go out, which he, being a cat, pretended not to.

Much too long at work today, so I spent a while listening to music afterwards to relax, then felt obliged to give Friend in Need an hour and a half of my time. I tried my best to help.