Saturday, or Caturday
As it's known in my house.
Caturday morning I'll be sleeping quiet as a mouse.
I'll feel a little nibble on a toe I didn't cover,
I pull it under the quilt and think that'll stop their hover.
But this just entices my pretty moggies more,
I know they won't stop now they've crafted their way through the bedroom door.
They jump and pounce on the foot I dared to move.
I yelp and this only helps to prove,
That when you've got cats,
They're in control.
Lies in at the weekend are a no no,
6am should be Whiskas a go go!
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