When I got in from work tonight Agnes was sitting at the kitchen table. She’d fished out my sewing machine from the linen cupboard and was altering (taking in) the old clothes I’d given her and adding a few extras here and there. She now looks better in them than what I ever did. It’s quite annoying.
Ductile has been unsighted for ages. I don’t think she’s coming back this time. Reluctantly, I’ve thrown out all her cat food, water and food bowls and worming tablets. It made me sad.