Wishing I was a cat

Today was back to work for me, but not for Leela who, in between sleeps on the bed, demanded food with cries loud enough to make you think she was starving, but only half a pouch eaten each time. Teddy benefits from Leela’s reluctance to taint her tongue with the feel of the bottom of the bowl.
Weather has been terrible - cold rain and sleet, grey skies, uninviting but wouldn’t have managed to get outside much anyway.