about the bird

Awake, it was hard to sleep in the night and impossible to wake properly in the morning. Get up, coffee, pat the cat on the head. There is food on the plate for the animal, it cannot be that hungry.

Read the news at the table, and wonder at the beahviour that politicians can get away with. The morning is sunny, and it is warm already.

Go up to the upstairs flat, the one that is having work done to it, the one the whole family is working at. The plaster on the walls has set nicely, that was yesterdays work which has left the back sore for today. It is sunny and bright up here, up at the level of the roof tops.

Return to the downstairs sitting room. The son is asleep on the couch again, he always has the intention of getting up early, and always settles on the couch for a few minutes nap. He is to be found there an hour later. Frequently.

Next week will be the last week of the holidays. Next week, a journey to the country east of Paris, to visit an old friend. That will be a ten hour drive, and a ten hour drive back. 

A long and tiring drive

And now the cat comes into the living room too. It is carrying the corpse of a bird that it has caught and killed.
Cats are carnivorous hunters.
Pity about the bird, though.