I finish cooking dinner after coming home from work. I still have quite some time to fill as I please before dinner and bed, so I decide today I shall read and maybe take some notes on the reading.
So, I fetch my notebook and fish out the pen I am favouring at the moment. And open up my Kindle to choose something to read.
The cat springs up on the table and paces up and down its length, brushing my arms with her tail, purring and mewing. She plays with my pen. She settles upon my notebook and closes her eyes. I scratch her chin and she leans in for a better angle, her eyes still closed.
I don't end up reading after all.
Silence. Whirring of the fan. The thundering of the clouds. It is raining cats and dogs in Bangalore this season.
