I awoke this morning to find Farmer on the foot of our bed, as she usually is, but this time she was staring at me. Giving me the old stink eye, as it were. Slightly taken aback, I stretched and yawned (just like in the cartoons) and padded into the kitchen.
I began to get Fen’s lunch ready and feed Farmer. As I poured her food into her bowl, I noticed she was hanging back a little, which is completely unlike her. Usually she’s right underfoot, practically knocking me over to get to her food.
Then I spied this.