"What's that, Mister Eff? What did you say?" Martha clasped the tea towel she had been using to dry the breakfast dishes to her ample bosom and looked down at the floor.
"Miaow!" Mister Eff said, rubbing his head against against her plump, stockinged calf.
"Whatever am I to do with you?" Martha asked, shaking her head, mouth twisted into a crooked grin. She flicked the tea towel at him. "Shoo! You've had your breakfast, now be off with you. I've a million and one things to do today, and I'll be lucky to manage half that."
Mister Eff plucked at her leg, making her jump like a startled sofa.
"Now that really is quite enough, you silly creature," she scolded, lips pursed, tea towel twisting in her grip.
"Miaow..." The sound was plaintive with just a hint of apology.
"Well, no more to be said then, Mister Eff," Marta said. "But you really have to get up off the floor. You're going to be late for work, and I've got a lot of cleaning to do. I'm a house-keeper, not a psychiatric nurse."