“Are you free?” A message comes through. From my Seb, of course.
“Yes,” I say. “Call the flat.” I’m just home from the office.
The phone rings.
“Hello my darling,” I say.
“Hello,” he says, in his mellifluous drawl. He has the richest timbre to his voice.
“I’m glad it’s you,” I say, turning the vegetables in my omelette pan. Today’s omelette vegetables are asparagus, cauliflower, broccoli and mushrooms.
“How was your day?” He says.
“Oh, it was OK,” I say. “You?”
“I’m still at my Mum’s,” he says. “My brother’s here.”
“Cuddle to all the pets,” I say. “Particularly to my favourite cat person.” My fluffy monster’s uncle, that is. A huge fluffy Ragdoll cat with blue eyes and a warm, affectionate personality.
“I’ve already cuddled him from you,” Seb says. “You’ve made me see him in a different light: now I can see what a great person he is.”
“Good,” I say.
“Always found him a bit difficult before,” he says. “And…”
“That’s because his sister is your favourite,” I say. She is the mother of my fluffy monster.
“She demands attention,” Seb says. “Gets aggressive if she doesn’t get a prawn immediately. He’s such a loving calm cat.”
Like me, I think. He reminds me of me. But I don’t say it.
“What are you doing?” He says.
“Just making my omelette,” I say, pouring the eggs in.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he says.
“Love to the family,” I say.
“Goodnight darling,” he says.
Love that boy.
Attached photo is the fluffy monster. Miss him.
Happy Wednesday everyone!
*2012. By Lydia Adamson. “A cat, a mouse and two corpses equal a menagerie of murder for actress turned cat-sitting sleuth Alice Nestleton.”