she will never learn

The cat approaches kittenlike, human legs the target, and rubs the back of her head there. Then off to her food dish. But the food dish has catfood in it, what is the problem?

Get some more catfood from the refrigerator, and put it on the plate.

A disparaging feline snuffle, she turns her back and goes to the door, looks back over her shoulder when she sees that it is closed, she will never learn how to depress the handle herself.

A shower, done; a shave, done too; a search for clean clothing, done likewise.

All done.

Now for a cup of coffee.

That is soon done too.

And then there is nothing for it but to go to bloody awful Monday morning work.

And then the commentator on the radio in the car says that Monday morning is a state of mind of its own.

Listen to the news, hear that an old fool can no longer draw the crowds he wished for.