slowly. The sun shining into the study makes a welcome change, and contributes to those steps – rather small ones today, but nevertheless steps – towards the building of coherent chunks of prose.
But everything is coloured by the little cat in the bunk-bed opposite my desk. Jerry retired here in December from his bed(s) strategically placed downstairs, and has definitely chosen it as a safe final home. He is still content and loving, but definitely weakening – who knows how long he’ll be with me now? He’s only half the size he was 18 months ago in this picture. As long as he’s pain-free and restful I have no desire to urge him to hurry out of the world, and neither does his vet. Makes me sad, though.