I don't sleep especially well, so quite often I get up and have a prowl around Unfortunately, the cats now seem to think I should be around every night and if they haven't seen me around by 3am then they come scratching at the bedroom door.
Recently rescued, semi-feral, they haven't completely got the hang of life in a house, and the way that we humans prefer to sleep until at least 6.00am, preferably later. They will in time.
I dolloped some food out for them and then went to stand by the Rayburn. Warm, sleepy, and cosy, not really properly awake, not quite asleep.
I got the fright of my life as a something 'ran' up my leg and down again, hundreds of red hot needles piercing my flesh. I hollered and slapped at my legs, dislodging a cat, a black and white cat, Sparky. She skittered off, huffy that I had spoiled her fun. I showed her the door and gently helped her out.
Yes I do have sturdy legs. Thank you for pointing that out.
She obviously mistook them for tree trunks.
So, not only am I going to abandon my lovely nighties in favour of pyjamas, thick, fleecy pyjamas at that (I wonder whether they do them with elasticated leg cuffs?) I have also decided that we will not be having a Christmas tree this year.
All those lovingly collected baubles and decorations will have to languish in their boxes, until the cats are older.