This should give you a taste of what my house is like today. I’ve completely lost control. Neither of these animals are mine, but they are both here and in complete control. Whiskey, the cat, and Walter the dog. The rule is no dogs on the furniture, indoor or out. Walter didn’t get the memo. The cat just meows relentlessly until I entertain him. I’m powerless. These images are the moment I lost control of the patio sofa. And the recording is what I hear until I stop what I’m doing and pay attention to Whiskey.
Sounds just like home. At 4am every morning!
Our cat is 16 years old. I haven’t had a vacation in over 3 years because I won’t leave him. In over 3 years I’ve probably had less than 10 nights without being disturbed by him (he wants feeding or wants me to lift up the (open) cat flap for him). He’s my best mate: wouldn’t swap him for a Leica.
I’m about the give Walter back. It’s been…interesting. I’ve been there for him, but now it’s back to work.