The next excerpt... an unexpected arrival. Although as a plot device, an arrival is never unexpected :-)
Claire scrubs dirt from under her fingernails in the cool kitchen. A sandwich, eaten outside, she decides, can be called a picnic. Scuro jumps up on the table again, illustrates a glimpse of curiosity towards the cat shed.
‘They have scratching posts,’ Claire informs her, ‘squishy beds, toys, space. You will like it.’
Scuro closes her eyes, absorbs sunshine.
Peaked solid clouds sit over the valley. ‘Beautiful view,’ Claire notes. Something clatters in the store shed.
‘Another newcomer?’ It sounds bigger than a cat, a medium sized dog, perhaps. From the clumsiness of the noise, she guesses a large puppy. Best not leave that unattended too long. She finishes the first half of the sandwich, walks inside, plate in hand, unprepared for the sighting of a small child.