I’m sitting in Suraya which is a little Thai restaurant just up the road from Lou’s in Kemptown. When I left this evening, Tessy tried to leave with me. She’s been a house cat all her life but she’s a cat so she’s interested in boundaries. I propped the door for her so she knew she could get back in and she thoroughly inspected the corridor where I suspect she thinks I’m going to be spending my evening. Once she decided there was nothing interesting for her, she retreated to the flat and sat on the stairs looking very disappointed at my decision to vacate the premises when she was really rather hoping she could sit and stare at me some more.
Suraya will cook me dinner and do the washing up in exchange for money though. Today I’m very happy with that kind of a deal. I haven’t had much sleep. And here it is. Nom.
Replete and a little bit poorer I’m now back at the flat waiting for a bath to run and I’m aiming to be asleep before 11. There’s no way Tessa is gonna synchronise to me so I’m gonna have to just make peace that she will jump up and shout right in my face no matter how dead asleep I might be. This morning it was ten to five. The days are still getting longer. I’m going to be a morning person until my catsitting is finished, as anything else will just leave me feeling awful.
Last night there was a crane fly in the bedroom, near my bed, just as I was going to sleep. “A bit early in the year,” I thought. “Play food!” thought Tessy. This led to a series of hunts until I was relieved through the thwarted veil of dreams to hear a contented crunching sound.
I’m back there now, bathed and fed, and it’s just gone eleven. At least this time I’ll be asleep by midnight, and hopefully if no crane flies, I’ll get the night without a little creature leaping all over me.
AlBarclay 