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I saw Spike when I arrived home from work. He was hunting a woodpigeon. Up a tree.
He missed it, and meowed quietly when it flew away.
So I wished him a good morning - he almost fell out of the tree with a squeak when I spoke - and he came to say hello, complaining the whole time about the pigeon and telling me how hungry he was. So I invited him in for breakfast, and now he's snoozing on the sofa while I'm up here, three of the mob asleep on the bed while I try and get my head together.
Which isn't easy, right now.
( Some days, this job just breaks your heart into a million glittery bits... )
He missed it, and meowed quietly when it flew away.
So I wished him a good morning - he almost fell out of the tree with a squeak when I spoke - and he came to say hello, complaining the whole time about the pigeon and telling me how hungry he was. So I invited him in for breakfast, and now he's snoozing on the sofa while I'm up here, three of the mob asleep on the bed while I try and get my head together.
Which isn't easy, right now.
( Some days, this job just breaks your heart into a million glittery bits... )
