The Write of My Life

I was walking a little dog on the seafront today, head down against the freezing wind and really feeling the cold despite my many layers. When I turned to come back, the dog nearly took flight in his haste to get home. Once inside, we played throw the ball/bunny/octopus and he was delighted. He skidded across the wooden floor running after the toys and I was giggling away. Then I thought, I probably should get out more. But it’s a gift to be easily amused. When I got home, even the redoubtable Harry Three Paws was indoors, sheltering from the wind chill. As I write, the cats are disporting themselves in various comfortable locations, working hard at another 17 hour snoozeathon. You wouldn’t find a cat out on the seafront on a day like this. No. Cats not only got the fur coats but also the smarts up top. Clever puds indeed.