Downstairs, the kitchen has had attempts made to clean it up, the floor has been swept, the sweepings are lying there beside the floor brush. The dustpan had apparently not been found, so the sweepings remained on the floor until then. That is a situation for a psychologist to explain in detail, but it looks like the inability to finish things once started.
The cat is preening on the furniture and on the human legs. It does not like the dry cat food, it wants wet cat food from a tin. As the small animal has known all its life long. Get a spoon after checking the fridge for opened cat food tins. There are none there, so open a fresh tin and place two spoonfuls of the content onto the red cat plate. The cat is displaying its interest by supporting itself on the table as it stands on its hind legs. Put the plate on the floor and the cat commences feeding.
Make breakfast and take it upstairs. The cat jumps out onto the balcony, and then stands outside the verandah door looking in through the glass. Open the door, the cat comes in. When breakfast is finished, the cat signals that it would like to jump up onto the human knees, to be a lap-cat so as to speak.
Once there, it purrs and allows its poll to be scratched, a certain amount of back rubbing is acceptable too. The animal settles down. If the human knees had been covered in denim jeans (Levis 501) it would have exercised its claws on the fabric. But as the human legs are currently covered in light pyjama fabric, experience has taught the animal that claw exercises lead to hefty reactions on the part of the human, the simplest of which are loud etxclamations. Therefore, no clawing to be done today.
After a while the cat gets up and jumps down. The animal inspects the room, checks the door to the next room, and finding that closed settles down on the end of the bed for a snooze.
Finish breakfast, finish reading the sparse Sunday news, and now it is time to collect the car from its weekend parking lot.
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