He stretched luxuriously and watched, from his place on the sun-drenched sofa, as his Lady struggled into the cottage, laden with parcels. She dumped her burdens onto the kitchen table with a sigh and sat, for a moment, to remove her dusty walking shoes. He watched her lazily and thought about rising to chase the shoelaces, but he was so very warm & comfortable where he was.
His slitted, amber eyes began to drift closed again until…was that fish he smelled?
She rose and placed her shoes by the door, then began to busy herself in the kitchen. His feline nostrils flared to draw in the tantalizing scent as he sat up and studied the items she was taking out of her shopping bag.
Yes, the scent was definitely fish and that white paper package was probably the source.
He rose and padded silently closer,
now focused on gauging the Lady’s
demeanor. Judging by the angle of
the sun, it was no where near dinnertime so he would either have to beguile her into an early treat or commit a crafty crime.