Sunday Morning, Going Slow

Burmese cat and tarry souchong

The sky is overcast, and the sea is just lying there, sulking, doing its best to ignore the beach.

Even the seagulls look bored. A few geese are wandering aimlessly about, their body language shouts “we left Southern Spain for this…?!”

The only sensible option on such a Sunday is to stay indoors and drink tea.

For reasons known only to himself, the minute I sat down with a pot of tarry souchong, Buster, our somewhat “special” Burmese, decided that what I needed was a living, breathing, feline neck warmer.

He never does that when I drink any other kind of tea.

Strange cat, that kitten…

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