As is commonly the case, I first heard a gurgling noise approaching my workroom and the padding of feet. Normally it's a clue that someone has left the stairgate open and I need to despatch Miranda back where she belongs.
Today however she appeared at my workroom door with a large box of blackberries, and the evidence that they had been fully tested for quality.
She absolutely adores fruit, and blackberries in particular are as adictive as catnip to the pussycat.
Does she look pleased with herself or what?
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I wonder if you will have a new pattern in your carpet before the morning?
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