Cat sat on the mat and contemplated the play of sunlight on the sandstone paving of the porch. He’d had a play date with Mouse this morning and sure, it had been fun for a while, but it was dead now.
The afternoon stretched in front of him, a great soothing expanse of empty canvas. I should probably do something positive, thought Cat, but then again there’s existential dread so I won’t.
So he didn’t.