Cats are creatures of habit
and white cat Ben’s current perch of preference in the morning is at the
bathroom window where the low winter sun comes in and where, sat on the ledge,
he can study the birds in the bushes outside, provided of course someone has
had the decency to open or better still raise the venetian blind; sometimes, as
this morning, he lies in wait on the landing looking forlorn until the cord is
pulled and then launches himself, leaping without pause from floor to toilet to
cistern to windowsill, little realising how lucky he is that as a family we are
scrupulous in keeping the toilet lid down.
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