Koppiekrap

As I lay in bed this morning thinking about somehow starting this day, Minky our cat flops herself right next to my foot and rolls into it for a koppiekrap. She just loves her head and the back of her neck being scratched; it’s like ecstasy for her.

This scratching with my foot tore my memories way back to my youth of sitting in the TV room of the Cameron household in Umtentweni. Rhoda had taught their toy pom dog, I have forgotten the dogs name, to sit by your foot while you were watching TV and by moving your foot the toy pom got her chest scratched. It was on cue, as you sat down on that sleeper couch, that dog would be there at your foot.

Now it looks like Minky has learnt that same trick. Well played Minks.