Chaiyya and the Feathers

Her favourite toy, and Rani’s, too.

On this grey, cold and drizzly day, no cat liked to go out much. 

Chaiyya knows where the feather toy is kept, and begged to play with it. P obliged her, while I tried to get a blip. This afternoon was so dark that every attempt endet up blurred.

I met my mother and her carers for lunch, which meant that I had to work longer than usual, and didn’t get out for a walk once again. Hopefully tomorrow…