When everyone is at home, our cat Milani is content. She enjoys seeing the family.
My daughter and her boyfriend visit for lunch or dinner. Soccer lads complete their homework diligently, twiddling their thumbs from the previous week, and they don’t have to go to the gym on the weekends. We occasionally schedule family viewings of various shows, football games, and movies.
Milani, our cat, enjoys having us all at home. He observes events while perched on his windowsill. I take orders for beaded flowers in the evenings. Or rather, Milani and I, not myself. Without her, could I have completed this much work?
Obviously not. I settle down for beading once my entire family has eaten and the meal for tomorrow has been arranged. Milani is standing nearby.
He makes sure I don’t miss anything by lying down next to me, or even better, sitting right next to me at work.
I ask her, “Milani, could you at least move a little?”
Milani begins to sneeze. When she feels offended, she always sniffs. While walking by the kitchen, the husband overhears Milani sniffling.
The spouse sympathizes with Milan, “What, Milani, is your mother not listening to you again?” Milani.
In response, Milani mutters something to him. She occasionally moves away “without a fight,” and other times I have to gently push her aside. When I do this, she becomes irate as well, but she refuses to go away. Instead, she rolls over and lays her back against me so that her tail, if waved, runs the risk of sweeping the spread from the table beads.
