It’s time for my supper……..

At roughly nine o clock Dougal will stretch out, sit on the arm of the sofa, look at me and start talking to me. He was very talkative tonight, I chat back obviously.
Something on tv kept me in my seat until 9 after which I stood up and walked into the kitchen closely followed by a loud purring, tail swishing Dougal, I put a small quantity of dried food in his bowl and he then trots into the carpeted garage where he spends the night.
Thank you for your kind words yesterday. Trauma comes in many forms and I am grateful to all of my friends who are often the best medicine.