Sunday morning has a certain tradition of being the morning after saturday night. Saturday night is a night of debauchery, because sunday is a day of no work for any third party. For so many. The whole town was alive with its own population augmented by weekend holidaymakers and tourists. Fun seekers from the surrounding area too. It was lively on the way home.
The cat had no time for all that, she wanted to rest after eating and made noise all night for more food or more attention.
Not hungry, really.
The animal landed in the yard.
Two hours later, at seven loud howls from the stairwell
Let her in and make coffee. Victor gets up and takes over the coffee making. The wife remains sleeping.
Old cat, she wants the radiator.The warmth is one of her central joys.
An old cat with the most beautiful black fur. Rests on the radiator.
Next Sunday she may fend for herseself. Her usual feeding crew, this blogger, his son and his wife will be underway.
All of the week after this coming week.
She will mind the house
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