How true is the saying “when the Cat is not, the mice play.” Not that there’s anything unforgivable past, only small details that previously known to occur, such as relaxation of tasks required to be announced that I would not be to anyone yesterday.
The mice did not know that the announcement of my absence was deliberate, a little trip to check that my instructions are followed to the letter.
Normally I don’t do know my intentions and, if I do, it is with second intents, that I am proud of my twisted mind, lol.
The day was great, luxury came and back as I used to, broken and happy.
And I feel happier today to exercise power over those little playful mice, with my best smile administer corrective where necessary.
But I have not finished my small rodents, the Cat sharpens her nails because it is her playtime. Mew!