Evening lullaby

She's a creature of habit. 
The piano stool is her evening snoozy corner. She goes there around 7.30pm, shortly after she's been collared and taken in for the night. After grudgingly and noisily munching some kibbles, she goes on the stool to sulk. And promptly doses off. 
Her resentment has all but evaporated by the next time she wakes. That's when we might catch the few cuddly moments of the day. She may tolerate the odd belly rub. She will even condescend to licking one's ear lobe or eyebrow. Especially if one has recently been swimming in the sea and is still a bit salty.