She's Back!

She's Back! Walked out in a huff over a week ago. Didn't like the meal I made for her, so stormed off to some secret address I don't know about. It's happened before, so it was no surprise when she walked back in wearing that fur coat and a haughty expression on her face.

Her eyes scanned the room, looking to see if I had made any changes she wouldn't approve of. Ok, she's pretty much the mistress of this house, she's high maintenance, but I love her. Walking past my chair, she either accidentally or deliberately knocked the small table holding my coffee cup. Coffee went spilling all over my nice new carpet, which, incidentally, isn't coffee coloured. She wasn't bothered.

Settling in the chair opposite me, we stared each other out. I ventured a rhetorical question. "So you're back again?" She screwed her nose up as a disdain response. "Well are you hungry, have you eaten?" Her eyes narrowed and glared at me. She gave me the only reply she could: "miaow."