Me: February is a bit bleak and grey, isn’t it?
Nell: I thought we weren’t supposed to be discussing the weather.
Me: I can’t help it. I’m pining for Spring.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: We need some brightness in our lives.
Nell: We saw some snowdrops on our walk.
Me: Yes, they were lovely.
Nell: David is allowed out and about again without a bodyguard.
Me: Nigel was still there.
Nell: Out of choice, not necessity.
Me: True.
Nell: You’re feeling down because of your sore throat.
Me: Probably.
Nell: You’ve been told to take it easy and rest, so do that, please.
Me: I’ll tell you who isn’t resting. The Cat.
Nell: The Cat has its paws in many pies.
Me: I’ve no idea what that means but it has a particular air of busyness about it at the moment.
Nell: That’s because it’s half-term and Catkin is coming to visit.
Me: Catkin?
Nell: Yes. The Cat’s young niece.
Me: How exciting. I love kittens.
Nell: Kittens are troublesome creatures. They’re into everything and never listen.
Me: I hope The Cat will bring Catkin over for a visit.
Nell: I’m sure it will. It’s not looking forward to coping with it alone.
Me: Have you told the others?
Nell: Yes. The whole house is on full alert.
Me: Why?
Nell: Nothing is safe from a kitten. The insects are wearing armour.
Me: Gosh.
Nell: And all the birds have been told to tuck their feathers in.
Me: Into what?
Nell: How should I know?
Me: Stray feathers are tempting.
Nell: Exactly.
Me: I hope you dogs don’t decide to chase it.
Nell: I beg your pardon.
Me: I know what you’re like with cats.
Nell: Catkin is part of the family, just like The Cat.
Me: Of course. Sorry.
