After Lynettea returns from her hunting trip for my special dental crispies, I settle down to listen to some Mozart piano concertos.
It has been a busy morning, with an electrician coming to install an extra light in the kitchen/dining room.
'It looks like sunshine inside, now!' says Lynettea.
It was nice and sunny when I took her out, earlier. I settled down for a spot of grooming on top of a clump of sprouting bluebells leaves - so soft and pliable under the furs. She stood there for a while, then requested me to let her go out to get my foods, so I came inside.
'We can't do everything, Sasha. We have to pick and choose.'
But there is definitely an imbalance in who gets to choose.
Anyway, the music is relaxing ...