022 | 365 The love of a cat

Lucy the catThis morning I wake for the first time in three weeks in my own bed.

I have been woken by Lucy, my cat, who is giving my shoulder a massage and is purring away. Outside the sun is shining and the birds are singing.

After hugs and cuddles with my cat, I get up. Today is about doing nothing but relaxing.

My mum comes to the door shortly after breakfast on her way to an exercise class. She has forgotten a water bottle. I get one for her and send her on her way inviting her for lunch after her class. She is back within half an hour. She has been given the wrong details. The class doesn’t start for another six weeks and in a different location. We work out that the brochure she has been given is two years old. We decide to go and visit her sister, who invites us for lunch.

After a lovely day, again I find myself tiring early. For a night owl, it’s a strange being tired and ready for bed at an early hour.

As it has turned cold, my bed is warm and comfy and I fall asleep almost instantly. Lucy, who has been following me closely since I got home, falls asleep next to me as well.