He was really tired of so many everyday problems.
There seemed to be so many of them. When he got back from the shops he slumped in his armchair. Within moments his faithful old tabby cat jumped up onto his lap and settled down.
He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “The bus was late, again,” he started, “and we got stuck in traffic three times. The pot holes in the main street are getting worse, you’d think that our taxes with fix them up, but no. D’you know, going through town, I counted six kids cycling on pavements; that’s so dangerous, but you can’t tell them. The people on the bus were so loud that other people were shouting into their mobile phones.”
He scratched his head and snorted. “Shopping was a nightmare. They keep moving stuff around the isles. I don’t know why they do that, after all they have to pay someone to do it. It doesn’t make sense. Of course, the price of everything’s gone up, again. The queue for the self-service checkout was so long I had to go through the regular check out. The checkout girl was so rude, and to make it worse she was chewing gum all the time.”
He shook his head slowly, and said, “All of that, and I have to come home to those noisy neighbours next door with heir screaming kids and their loud music!”
The cat uncurled itself and sat up. It looked directly into its owner’s eyes and let out a soft sigh. Lifting its chin, it said, “You know, I am always here if you need to talk.”
