Sai-chan

Yesterday, Sai-chan came over.

My mum was setting the table.

“Mum, who’s coming today?”

“Sai-chan, who visited us in London a long time ago.”

“Mmmm, have I met her? I can’t remember.”

“I’m not sure,” replied my mum.

Sai-chan appeared at the entrance, and said: “Hell, Pinot!”

I walked towards her to greet.

She reached down and stroked me nicely.

‘Mmmm, I love being stroked. Thank you, Sai-chan,’ I murmured.

To make more friendly physical contact with her, I started by pressing against her with the top of my head. I looked up and then repeated the process, pushing the side of my face against her hand. My greeting ritual completed and I sat down on the staircase. I behaved myself.

– A couple of hours later.

‘Oh, dear! Ah, she’s been talking with my mum for ages, no time to play with me,’ I murmured to myself.

Sai-chan left in the evening.

I hope she’ll come and visit ME next time, not visit my mum.