“I don’t like being cold” says Chai. Do I have to get out of bed? Reluctantly she moves from the blankets, jumps off the bed and stretches with her belly flat on the carpet. She looks at me for a much loved rub along her flattened back.
The heater has been on for a while so the house isn’t cold. I put the kettle on, come on girl, outside – “what me”? She looks me as if I’m mad. I opened the door and took a step outside, to prove that it wasn’t that bad, not that cold, so there I am thinking Chai was right behind me.
I turned around and looked, “where are you silly!”.
I peeked around the door, there she was, on the heater vent, tail blowing in the hot air, capturing the warmth. I can see her saying “you must be mad to think I am ready to go outside yet”.