Basket Case

Not Rani, but I have had a mad day, juggling dates and plans for three work projects, while trying to work on a fourth, and calming down both my mother and her carer who had a bit of a crisis today. All in all, ten hours of stress with no break. A typical Monday.

Thankfully, my faithful office companions offered lots of moral support, and so did P, who has taken over the task of cooking dinner for us.

This cat basket is currently Rani’s favourite cave. It’s at least 30 years old, and sheltered many cats in my parents’ house, before my mother gave it to us when P moved to Germany with his cat Moot, who also loved to sleep in it and show me his pink nose.