Emily is so light that she can sit on top of her favourite shrub and survey her domain.
She always seems mildly amused by our coming and going, in and out of the Mistake Factory.
We run around, a cross between busy bees and headless chickens.
We haven’t in fact taken the time to notice that the place actually belongs to her, and that she will tolerate us for as long as we amuse her.
It’s a cat and mouse game.
Squeak squeak squeak