We got home from Sainsbury's early this afternoon, we got a little upset just buying a small pack of chicken breast for Kit.Sarah cried because she said when she cooks it she'd only be filling one bowl now. I couldn't sit down so got the Dyson out and vaccuumed and Sarah put some washing on. As Sarah was putting the next load in and I was hanging the previous load on the rack she came upstairs and said she swore she heard Molly's distinctive patter up the kitchen. Kit was out on his usual patrol round his patch. We both got upset again and I said perhaps she's just come by to let us know she's OK as she could see how upset we are.
With our chores finished we've been catching up on stuff recorded on the Sky+. Molly's bed, all clean and fresh and dry we've put under the rocking chair in the corner. Kit was curled up sitting next to Sarah, all of a sudden he looked towards the bed, got off the sofa and climbed in it. He circled a couple of times before settling in there! Perhaps Molly said to Kit before she was too ill that he could have her bed when she was gone. Maybe it just smelled fresh and he fancied a quick lounge in it. I'd like to think the former.
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