26 May 2012
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!
Saturday • Opuss № I