The Routine

In the morning, Mr.B has a routine.
He has to climb up on my lap and practises a nap before moving on to the Strawberry HQ or a Cath Kidson dog bed under the table for another kip…



Some busy mornings interfere the routine and I have to deny his persistent request to be picked up – a furious scratching on my shins.
Once he realises that it’s not gonna happen, he retreats to one of the dens and sulks for a long time.

One late morning, Mr. B emerges from the SBHQ after a self-imposed exile…


Please, Mr.Hermit Crab, please snap out of  your sour mood…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

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