Sitting down to type today’s post and I’m greeted with “Mummy, I’ve not done something too cheeky, like locking the cat in a cupboard….” my heart sinks….what does he consider too cheeky today? Well it’s locking his daddy out of the house……
And then the best bit, me having to unlock the doors he’s managed to lock, and hearing him runaway with cheeky laughter following him. He’s built himself a cubby under the kitchen table while our renovations continue, and our darling son is having a hoot.
The cat wants to come in with him – I think finally at the age of thirteen, Athene the cat has developed a liking for and a passionate interest in little boy cubby houses. There’s the added bonus that the household’s cushions have all disappeared in there so it’s lovely and comfy, and the dog can’t fit her great big nose in, also has a benefit.
So under the table this afternoon is one little boy, singing Happy Birthday to his imaginary friend, and a large British Blue cat, who thinks she’s outsmarted the dog. Life is good.