...the unsociable ginger boy has just trotted down the stairs and plonked down on the duvet i've got sprawled over me. Fuxache! He's purring like a tank. But I need to sleeeep! I can't turf him off, it'd be the ultimate insult! He NEVER comes for a cuddle, what's got into him? Im stuck here... with a box of red wine and a laptop...