That then, was half of my successful weekend. On Sunday, I decided to test how far I could push her. When she came downstairs in the morning I lifted my head a little from my basket and then dropped it down heavily again.
Oh, don't get up sweetheart, she said. I've got to go out early. I'll leave you a little food in the kitchen.
I dropped off again and was jolted awake by her crashing back home some time later. I heard her go into the kitchen, look at my untouched breakfast and come in with that weird look on her face. Bending down, she gave me a little tickle behind my best ear.
Still a little bit under the weather? Ahhh, furry feet. Look, I'll make us a special treat today. You stay there.
So, I rested my eyes while she clattered about in the kitchen. Pretty soon, I was enjoying a pile of roast chicken, potatoes and gravy. I then collapsed on top of the News of the World while she washed the dishes. She was singing, she was so happy she had got me to eat.
LOL.
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