The Arrival
I hadn’t been sitting for long. As the warm morning sun filtered in through the windows and a fresh pot of tea brewed slowly on my desk, I sat checking my morning emails as always, a lazy cat curled upon my lap.
Although I claim to live in a quiet place, nature is by no means silent. From the bustle of bird chatter to the incessant cricket chorus, some of the smaller sounds can get lost in the hubbub. My point being, while focussed on the task at hand, I was surprised when Andy, my cat, was suddenly roused from slumber, ears pricked, eyes wide, focussing on something beyond the door.
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