Quiet Sunday
Sunday started off too early, waking at 5am, having a bit of breakfast and laptop time, then being sleepy enough to go back to bed for a couple of hours. Embers now has a collar with a tiny bell that sounds a bit like cricket-song, and that is the only way I am aware that she is about to appear on the bed, about to walk over the hills and dales of myself with her pointy little feet... ow! She might settle on high ground for a while, or depart as almost-silently. When I wake, she is often curled... Sign in to see full entry.