It’s 9 a.m. on Wednesday. The homeowners have just left, and the day stretches long before me. What shall I do first?
I go out to Little Green and grab the bag containing my feather pillow, my housecoat and pyjamas, toothbrush and a change of clothes. In the other hand is my briefcase filled with old journals, a novel, and a collection of Alice Munro’s short stories. I’m set. What more do I need? I am to eat and drink to my heart’s content and make myself at home.
When the pillow is unpacked and tossed onto the bed, I know the cat won’t be able to resist. To avoid a faceful of fur later, I throw my fluffy green housecoat over it. Sure enough, Puss cuddles right in.
I notice Jake’s sleeping arrangements next to the bed. “Wow, aren’t you the lucky one!” I exclaim. He’s got a pet couch, complete with his own pillow. He steps in and settles down for a power nap. He’s a “real” farm dog and will spend an hour or two at a time outside, patrolling his territory, but he’ll balance that workout with plenty of rest. Gotta keep yer strength up when you’ve got a job to do.
There are some who would never stay by themselves in a house beyond shouting distance of a neighbour. Me, that’s what I like. I was perfectly comfortable by myself for two days and two nights, but then I didn’t feel alone … I had Jake and the Puss nearby.