Cat incident

Up onto the duvet, all affection.

Then the licking begins. And the scratching. Faster and faster, bending and twisting, falling over so we have to support her. Bit of a smell - gas? Still she goes, reaching over her fat.

‘I’ll get this - uff! - flea if it’s - urgh! - the last thing I…’ - psssss.

‘I’ll go and lie down over here now, at the end of the bed. Where it’s dry.’