Leaving the House

What’s going on? He has a coat on. He never wears a coat. He went to his shed, but didn’t wait for me. He had not given me my breakfast or even greeted me. How could he not notice me? He is picking up a bag. That is not the one they bring on myContinue reading “Leaving the House”

Hanging the Washing

Joanna shut me out again. The audacity. Then, then she went outside with a whole basket of wet clothes. My favorite thing no less. She knows how much I love taking clothes straight out of the washing machine. They have such an interesting smell. She often leaves them dangling in the garden for me. AllContinue reading “Hanging the Washing”