Imagine, if you will, it is the wee small hours of the morning, you are tucked up under your duvet dreaming, dribbling and probably snoring a bit... when all of a sudden a ten ton weight drops on your belly from 20 feet up. OOF!
You wake up instantly to find Catifur, (our RSPCA rescue cat) standing proudly on your tummy like he's pretending to be the lead in The Lion King.
It is impossible to ignore him so you tickle him under the chin until he settles down a bit and you begin to doze off again, he pads a little, picking the threads in the duvet cover as he kneads himself down into repose. Front legs tucked under, the back end drops down and with a final flourish, he slowly wipes his tail across your nose. PWAH! You wake again.
More stroking and cooing, he settles for a third time, purring like a Harley. You drift gently off into the Land of Nod, turning onto your tummy, Catifur lies on your back fitting neatly into the contours of your torso, front paws inbetween your shoulder blades. All is calm and snoozy...until Catifur gently reminds you to stroke him, by tapping the back of your neck with his unsheathed claws. It feels like you've been stung by twenty bees all at once. ARGH!
To stop the broken sleep it is wise to fill the cat's food bowl and give him a good game of Fishing For Cats before bedtime. Lesson learned.
