Sunday, 7 April 2013


Tia kindly woke me at 7am by clambering onto my shoulder and pressing my right nostril shut. Once I'd realised the Thing in my Dream wasn't trying to kill me, and after I had thrice removed her paw from my mouth, I went back to sleep.

At 8.30am, she bounded back onto the bed with some urgency, poked me in the face with both paws, and then sat on my husband's head for a bit.

I got up and let her out.

She's now lying on my desk being uber-cute and fluffy, but not until we'd had a tussle over ownership of the keyboard, mouse and tea mug.

I love my cat.