Just doing Morning Dreamies here. The procedure:
Prince bites my leg until it creaks over the edge of the bed.
Coffee machine on, pouch down, open back door. Prince out, Havelock in.
Coffee, taken not in state of mental
capacity.
Both cats at my feet, glaring at the coffee cup, till it drains. Phone will be kicked away with sneaky paw.
4 green eyes narrowed to slits on me, slightly flicky tails. A fat fluffy black paw reaches across to swat a ginger tail- the mood is elevated. Morning coffee is not leisurely.
Megatub appears. They get about six rounds each cos they know i’m still unconscious.
Both heads stroked. Cats out to fight a geranium.
Old people across the garden open windows to wave at ‘adorable’ cats promenading to be admired, while I am
caught staggering out in my nightdress refereeing the geranium issue.