Good job mum that you napalmed the fleas, cos last night you got to hear my little footsteps running up the hall to join you in bed, a sure sign that winter has arrived. Of course I had to try and climb into the wardrobe four times first, and wriggle around in side a crinkly shopping bag before joining you on the bed.
I stayed on mums bed between midnight and 6.30am when she got up. I was on her bed when she got home, joined her for dinner and company until 6pm when I took myself off to bed again. Ahhh winter - 22 hours of sleep a day. Mum thinks I a hibernating bear instead of a pussy cat.