There’s a space in the upstairs bedroom window I leave open; big enough for Ned the cat to jump in and out as required. This was not designed for Ned… I like the fresh air.

I wake up before the alarm now most mornings at 6 and feed Ned.

Ned is in now and asleep on the most comfortable chair downstairs. He reminds me of me in my teenage years and 20’s: up all night sleep all day, have someone feed me and gone again… don’t pay rent.

She will be awake soon and she will say that Ned is hers…

She will go to school. I will write and Ned will sleep intermittently.