I thought I was going to be alone this week as Si was away. But someone made sure I didn’t feel alone. 

This creature showed up at my bedside every morning to say good-morning. He hardly left home while I was around, which is very out of character as he is a certified vagabond. As I chopped tomatoes at the kitchen table, he sat there watching me. When I came home from work, he greeted me at the door, brushing up against my legs with affection. When I woke up from a nap on the sofa, I found him snoozing on the arm chair next to me. As I sorted out the washing, he snooped around in the same space. As I changed the bed linen he jumped from one side of the room to the other. He scuttled around me, inviting me to play with him. When I spoke to him, he responded not just appropriately, but affectionately. At bed time he nearly came up to me with his Pyjamas tucked under his arm and had to be shooed off. 

We listened to music together. We watched the TV. We chilled out. We cuddled. We even had a few deep and meaningful conversations. 

It was fun hanging out with Milkshake.