My owners are starting to think of the things they will need to do to be able to finally move into our new house. \u201cHow many curtain rails are there?\u201d asked my Master, still showing an ounce of enthusiasm for putting them up himself. \u201cSurely there can\u2019t be many.\u201d My Mistress began to count, running out of fingers she began another circuit. \u201cSeventeen I think. Oh no, wait a minute there are two windows in those rooms. That will be twenty.\u201d My Master slumped in his chair. \u201cAnd toilet roll holders, towel rails, bathroom cabinets, picture hooks . . .\u201d At this point my Master was seriously contemplating paying someone else and my Mistress was coming to the realisation she would have to dust off her tool kit. I would help, but they don\u2019t let me loose with a drill. I\u2019m not entirely sure why. I\u2019m sure I could be very careful if I tried. I\u2019m sure that Shadow would be prepared to help hold the ladder steady whilst I went up. On second thoughts, I\u2019m not entirely sure I trust her not to get distracted and leave me precariously balancing on an unstable ladder.<\/p>\n
I had my booster jabs yesterday, so I\u2019m taking the opportunity to have a quiet restful day today. I\u2019ve actually broken off from my favourite pastime to come and write these few words to you. Until now, I\u2019ve been curled up on the duvet on my Mistress\u2019s bed, snoozing gently, comforted by the scent of my Mistress. I\u2019d be just as happy to be comforted by the scent of my Master, but he gets annoyed when I leave dog hair all over his side of the bed. I nestle, curled into the pillow very contented as long as Shadow is nowhere in sight. It\u2019s really funny, she stays down with my Mistress while she works. I think the stupid dog thinks that makes her more important. She just hasn\u2019t grasped what a privilege it is to be snuggled where I am.<\/p>\n
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