Nell: You’re up early.
Me: I couldn’t sleep.
Nell: Don’t wake Harriet. She needs her rest.
Me: I won’t. Don’t worry.
Nell: Where is David?
Me: Up here next to my bed.
Nell: That’s where I used to sleep.
Me: Yes. It’s like he knows.
Nell: He does.
Me: Do you remember how you always walked down the stairs next to me? Almost like you didn’t want me to fall?
Nell: I didn’t.
Me: Well, Harriet’s started doing that since you left us.
Nell: I know. And I haven’t left you, by the way.
Me: You know what I mean.
Nell: Anyway, enough chit-chat who is that cat?
Me: His name is Angus and he lives with my writer friend Clare. He’s beautiful, isn’t he?
Nell: He’s a cat. Why is he up a tree?
Me: He likes to go for walks in the countryside with Clare but whenever he sees a dog he goes up a tree.
Nell: Sensible animal. Showing respect.
Me: I’m not sure that’s the reason.
Nell: Cats don’t usually go on accompanied walks.
Me: No, it’s more of a dog thing.
Nell: When did you meet Angus?
Me: I haven’t met him yet. I was telling Clare about the bluebells and she showed me the photos. Isn’t the scenery beautiful?
Nell: I don’t think you should be featuring cats you don’t even know.
Me: Why not?
Nell: You’re a dog person.
Me: I love cats, too.
Nell: Cats are different.
Me: Nigel’s best friend is Xav the Cat.
Nell: Typical Nigel.
Me: I think it’s sweet. They’re adorable together.
Nell: Is Nigel coming to stay this weekend?
Me: Of course.
Nell: Don’t let him bring that cat.
Me: Don’t worry. Xav always stays at home.
Nell: I’ve seen enough cats for today.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
