Chow Mane is back. She’s learnt to show up at lunchtime, rain or shine, and yell. I can hear her through the argon-filled double-paned sliding door. She’s lost none of her volume (sound or size) in the last five months. She hasn’t got any smarter. Or less stubborn. Hey, she’s a cat. We’re the ones who are supposed to change.
Posted on by Nicola Griffith