The sky in the east was red, and the cat is wandering about in a curious demanding fashion, requiring attention, unsure, curiosity showing all over the feline face.
Downstairs, she requires feeding, and then refuses the offered dish of cat food. Then she wants to be let into the sitting room, that is all in order. The once-beautiful sitting room is now in a state of disorder. That is too bad, that is the affair of those who sit there and work there.
Make breakfast, take it upstairs and see that the sun has risen.
And when that is done, go downstairs again and have a shower, wash away the night.
Sunday morning is quiet outside, none of the gentleman racers around town have started their engines yet. That will come later, as the shops and the cafés open on this sales Sunday. A Sunday upon which all the shops may open for business.
This happens only a few times a year.
Business is always good.
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