Cats, bats and a mummy

Last night, unusually, two cats - the princess and the wizard wuss - joined me at bedtime.

Unusually, Mr Richard Parker wasn't there, and as the nights shorten and are less cold, he's not in for his morning cuddle:

Back to the other two, and last night: they stayed. They turned The Cats' Mother into a cats' mummy and were not at all interested in the lost bat that flew and flapped itself around the room, settled and sailed around. They didn't raise an eyebrow, or move a whisker.

Let's say, at the least, it was a disturbed night until, eventually, Bat settled on the curtains and eventually found her way round and out of the open window.

Gandalf moved, only to get under the covers, pur and put his head on my shoulder. Princess Pearli didn’t budge until just before dawn and then, poof! Gone!

That's my life with cats...

Until next time

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