tales from a small room

the busier it gets this time of year, the more i find myself day dreaming of deck chairs and good books, endless cups of teas and quiet from the christmas noise (carols! sales! traffic! stress!)

i miss having stewie around. apart from being a super cool cat, i realise now that he forced us to relax more often when he’d wander up and randomly settle in on our lap (or chest or shoulder…) and demand that we just sit and focus on the task at hand (which usually was patting him) while he got busy with the purring. i hope that he’s around somewhere doing important de-stressing work with some other lucky family and that his time with us simply had to end.

miss you buddy.