Barney and Tilly

My old friends Barney and Tilly arrived first thing this morning and began energetically exploring every inch of the flat. Their impeccably coiffured and slightly flustered owner Chris gave me a quick update on their health and current state of mind before dashing off to prepare for her trip.

Barney headed straight for the closed bedroom door and turned his piercing blue eyes on me. I gave in immediately and Barney bounced happily passed me before springing onto the bed and taking his position in front of the window. Tilly followed, giving me a wide birth and grumbling something that I’m sure was quite rude under her breath. ‘ It’s not my fault she’s gone Tilly don’t take it out on me, ‘ I said referring to her recently absented owner, ‘ She’ll be back in a few days.’ Tilly gave me a dirty look and moved on.

When I went to check on them a little

They both slept for most of the day (Chris later informed me they’d had a late night) but every so often Tilly would emerge, her beautiful fawn coat slightly dishevelled, still in a fowl mood and saunter onto the balcony for a quick look. Barney would show up every time he heard a nose that vaguely resembled the sound of treats being rattled, and later that evening they both joined me and we all watched from the balcony as the sun went down.