Sometimes, I wish I were a cat. Well, I wish I were my cat, Lucy Locket. She has a charmed life, though in her typical cat’s way, she would probably dispute that, saying she has only what she deserves, as princess cat of the world.
Anyway, this is what I mean. While I was making a start yesterday afternoon on marking 92 exams of 1800 words each, this is what she did. I will let Lucy Locket tell the story herself:
“Started the afternoon with a nice nap in my upstairs bed, but was woken by Mama phaffing around with some papers.”
“Since I had been rudely awakened, it was time for a stretch.”
“And a wash. My owners have been putting some vile stuff on one of my claws lately, on orders of my doctor. Really! Hmmm, did I hear a bird out that window?””
“No, no, it was thataway. Better investigate.”
*Makes a flying leap on to desk and sidles behind computer to look out the second-storey window*
“All quiet on the western front.”
“Hmmm, think I’ll just sit here for a bit. Nice change of scene.”
“Well, that was a hard day’s work. Think I’ll go back to bed, and the afternoon is…”
“…just about…
“Done.”
