Flying solo

Big bed

Right now Sam is 37,000 feet over Iran.

And I’m in bed, half watching an episode of The Man In The High Castle.

There’s just me in the house.

Well, me and two cats and two cattens (as the two Tweeny felines have been categorised).

But not one of the felines has deigned to join me.

Oh sure, they were all over me a few hours ago when it was feeding time.

But since then?

They have been asleep in front of the log fire.

They have hooned about the house, acting out a series of Tom and Jerry cartoons.

They have bothered the heck out of me, and tried to steal my tea (yeah, as if, kitties, as if).

But have they come up to bed with me?

Have they allowed themselves to make the too big and too empty bed feel more comfortable?

Have they hell.

When I come back in my next life, I’m going to be a dog.