Eloise cat woke us up at around 5.30 this morning. She was scampering about on the landing – which had to mean she’d found a mouse, brought it in and let it go. She’s rubbish at killing mice and, actually, not that good at catching them.
A minute later, she marched into the bedroom and told Tim to get up. A couple of years ago, he’d have shut her out on the landing, but now she’s got him trained – he answered her yowl politely and got out of bed. He couldn’t find the mouse, though. She ran around for a while longer and then came and sat on us.
I picked a couple of figs the other day, but they’re ripening quickly now. We picked a bowlful, and several more had to be left for the wasps. So, of course, they were the basis for lunch. I went to the deli, bought prosciutto, feta cheese and artichoke hearts and, between them all, that’s lunch organised for today and tomorrow. We opened a bottle of sauvignon blanc too.
We napped for a bit this afternoon.