A WAKE UP CALL

This morning at six minutes past four, I was awoken by one of our cats striding up the length of the bed (on me) until his face reached level with my face. I could make out his shape and realised that he came bearing a gift. I should point out that he’s a chunky chap and walks like John Wayne but I digress.

He then dropped his little toy ‘bear in sack’ onto my face – a present. Unfortunately he’d obviously just been eating some of his Whiskers with stinky cod which was coated on the little bear and subsequently, my face.

Cats truly are a wake up call but more importantly; a leveller – in truth (they wake you up) and in spirit (I can’t think of another example of something wiping cod smelling spit across my face causing me to smile).