Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Living room, twilight. I'm sitting in my red velvet armchair, reading my book. Graham is in the opposite corner, lying in his favourite place: the wedge-shaped cushion of what should be the centre module of my L-shaped sofa. Because I can only fit two-thirds of the damn thing in my living room, it's the corner section.
Graham lies with his front paws outstretched – pewpewpew – and his tail curled around him.
I'm overwhelmed with tenderness for this ridiculous little animal. "Buddy…" I say, and the tail twitches crossly by way of a reply.