Heaps of wool and one very elegant black cat

We went to Egypt, once. Then twice, then three times. My mother lived in Egypt for a grand total of nine years, and her love for the country seeped into the family; we now all have a soft spot for Egypt.

Recently I’ve been digging through my old photos – my hard disk broke and, having paid way more than a reasonable price to get it fixed, I decided to look through what I had given so much to save. These two photos are one of the things I found.

Heaps of wool and one very elegant black cat. Not knowing that the times when he was treated like a god have come and gone, but blissfully poised in his ignorance.