Two days ago in my mother's kitchen:
"Ugh! This cat is so annoying! It keeps jumping up in front of me!", my mum, exasperated, with a pan in her hand, muttered.
Her kitchen is rather small and we have cats coming every day. They want food and a warm place to sleep in. Where do they come from? We ain't got a clue. Sometimes, I'd come home to find one of the cats lazying on my bed.
The cat looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Dinner's not ready yet, little fellow. You have to wait", I said.
"They always come and stand in front of you while you're hustling in the kitchen!", my mum continued, very annoyed.
"So why don't you stand behind the cats?", piped in my father, who was at the kitchen table, reading the newspapers. With a dead-pan expression!
Trust my dad to make fun of everything!
Being home is lovely!