If you aren't into the 100 Word Challenge (although it's never too late to join!) you can skip to my regular post about the ludicrous way cats sleep here!
For fellow Challengers, here is my entry for this week:
‘It wasn’t my fault.’ Teddy began, flushing guiltily.
Anna looked from the mess of broken china to the eight year-old standing helplessly beside it, and felt a surge of love for her clumsy child.
‘It was Tigger, jumping up...’ he added lamely.
Anna knew the cat was outside.
‘You get the dustpan and newspaper,’ she said. ‘I’ll start picking up the pieces.’
‘Sometimes all my fingers turn to thumbs too,’ she said as they parcelled up the bits. ‘It’s only a plate.’
‘Another plate. Your special plate,’ Teddy mumbled miserably. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘I know,’ Anna said, kissing his head. ‘Plates don’t matter. You matter.’