Sleepy Cat.

I am at the moment researching an essay that I have to write.
Sitting at my dinning table, surrounded by books all open at the pages that I need them to be open at, ready for the first discussion I shall have within the topic I have to write about.

I looked up from my books a short time ago, wondering if it was time for a coffee yet. I look over at Mima, who was asleep on the window sill, asleep in the sun. I had moved her from my books, where she prefers to sleep, to the window sill where the sun was, she sleepily purred and went off to sleep again.

I think she had forgotten I had moved her, because she turned over.
There's not much room on a window sill.
And Mima has regained her former voluptuousness.
She fell off.
It was very funny!!

She just lay there.
In a heap.
Purred.
And went back to sleep again.


I walked out of the room to put the kettle on, shaking my head and giggling.



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