|Our daily ‘us-time’ every morning.|
Every morning soon after I’m up, we share a few quiet moments of quality time with each other on the terrace that our living room opens into. Me on the swing munching on a fruit and he staring out on the road from the narrow horizontal bars on the parapet wall which give him a view of activities happening in the lane below. This ‘us-time’ lasts only for about three minutes. This routine however is conditional. Conditions being that he had not sneaked and climbed on the living room sofa when I was still asleep. As soon as I step out every morning my eyes instinctively scan the sofa for traces of fur that his coat sheds, to check if he’s again slipped into his rebellious obstinate mode and done his bit to agonize me. I insist on this discipline coz he sheds very badly and soils the sofa which in turn becomes too much of a cleaning process to handle. He has his own couch next to it and that is where he ideally should be lounging. The days he breaks this rule, he disappears in some invisible corner of the house as soon as he sees me, with his tail tucked between his legs. He knows he’ll be questioned and that freaks him into a panic mode!