Jade was the archetypal old maid. She lived in a locked cold war of her own creation, with rules and regulations, which gave her life ‘meaning’.
Being a horrible person she never had anyone in life. Any relationship she might have had would have been destroyed by her cold and cruel behaviour.
Now, at the end of her child bearing life she treated and spoke to her cats was as if they were her children. And they were horrible cats.
They cried incessantly for food, then would run around crapping up the place.
They didn’t have much opportunity to bother me, to be honest, as when I entered the flat, I stayed in my room like a prisoner confined to a cell.
And when I came out, looked where I walked.