The other night I slept like a LOG. A log, I tell you. Why?

Ginger cat likes to sleep on my shoulder when I lie on my side, or on my chest when I lie on my back. It’s lovely: he’s a heavy, furry beast, so the pressure sends me off in no time.

The other night a second cat decided to join us, something she never does because she’s a complete mardarse and is constantly cross about something and prefers to sleep nowhere near any of our other cats.

She slept on my feet. All night long.

Words just cannot express the magnitude of the awesomeness of my sleep that night. I was bundled up with two cats weighing me down, one of them on my feet, and I’ve mentioned before how much I love deep pressure on my legs at night.

I actuallly woke up laughing. No, really.