I had the bed all to myself..........

........till a pushy-pawed-purr-machine in the shape of Dexter arrived at 1.50am. I hadn't seen him all day so was due a visit, but I don't get what he was doing out at that time of night. If he'd been out earlier I would have expected him to have called When I didn't move my arm from under a very warm duvet to stroke him, he settled for a game of hunt-the-toe instead, any thoughts I had of a undisturbed nights sleep were short lived.

Ian

hahaha, unfortunately they can't read the time, he was just saying hello.

He's almost as bad as Fudge for wanting attention at silly o'clock, she'll get up for a drink but *has* to sit on me for a while on her way back to where she'd been sleeping. At least she doesn't toe hunt or paw me wanting strokes like him tho'.

Ian

But why???? I'll never understand cats, she could have a drink, then go back to sleep, oh no, she'll sit on you just for the sheer hell of it.

I wish I knew why she just has sit on my chest, it's never across my legs or feet, Kath It's not as tho' she curls up and goes to sleep, she'll just sit there purring her head off for 10 minutes before going back to the box/windowsill/wherever.

Ian

we'll never know.

Fudge slept on my bed last night as did Dexter, and I woke today to find Stripey had joined them

Now all I've got to do is find the fur ball I heard her coughing up *somewhere* upstairs at silly o'clock.

Ian

uuuurghhhh walk about in your bare feet, you'll soon find it.

I still haven't found it, hopefully it was all sound and no end product. Not to be outdone, Dexter threw up in the hall this afternoon...............and that's still to be cleaned up.

Ian