I woke up early this morning and decided to get on with some writing. I got to the bottom of the stairs, and thought I was seeing double.
Some years ago I bought a rather regal black cat figure for my mother, which resided on the fire surround, and seemed to watch us wherever we were in the room.
When my mother died we took the cat back to Madrid with us where he went on to star in Tales from the Garden. When we returned to Ireland he came with us, and is now inside our hall, by the front door, as a welcome to visitors. He is tucked into a corner, with just his face visible through the glass surround.
However, this morning, he had company.
When we first moved in to the house last June, and were decorating, we would leave the front door open to air…
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