The cat was contentedly curled up inside several coils of our garden hose, enjoying the peace and quiet, sawing logs, dreaming about cornering a mouse before a pitiless round of play time (‘Swat the Vermin’ and ‘Whack-a Mouse’ are favourite games), that is, until it heard my wife step outside, camera in hand.
“You woke me up, for what?” it seemed to say, as if it owned the place.
“I’ll leave for now, but I’ll be back tomorrow.”
I think cats are generally fussier than humans.
(Not all humans my wife would say).
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