Gemotions

The late afternoon sun painted the living room in hues of orange and gold. David, settled into his favorite armchair, the worn leather cool against his skin, stroked the head of his elderly cat, Jasper, who purred contentedly in his lap. He slowly sipped his tea, the warmth spreading through him. The gentle clicking of Jasper's claws on the leather was the only sound in the room.

A furious banging on the door broke the serenity. Mrs. Peterson, face flushed, stood there, hands on her hips. "David! That infernal noise! The dog! It’s barking incessantly!"

David took a slow breath, setting his tea down. He was on the verge of finally finishing a book. He slowly rose to the door, a tiny smile playing on his lips. "I am so very sorry, Mrs. Peterson. I'll see what I can do.” He went back to Jasper, feeling soothed.