In all the faff of today I forgot to mention that Alf decided last night that he wanted to share my pillow. He usually sleeps on my feet but last night he wanted my pillow.
Now please remember this lump of a cat weighs over a stone. He's very determined and nigh on bloody bombproof once he's asleep. He arrived. I shoved him off. He came back. I shoved him off. He waited for me to drop off and then he moved in!! I woke up with him draped across my bloody head. I had his back feet in my face and his front paws down my neck. Snoring like a drain he was. So I tried to shove him off again. No chance. And absolute dead weight. So I settled for shuffling down a bit and on we slept. Me with an Alfie as one of them Russian ear flap hats. God knows what we looked like.
So. Please let it not be his new sleeping place. He made a right mess of my hair.
Oh no the router is his day time spot. My feet have always been his night time choice. The head seems to have been a one off. Thankfully. I swear he cooked my head. My hair was sticking up all over yesterday morning.
My cat never bothered going into the bedrooms. I always knew she was different, odd, or ...... (fill in the blanks.)
Gromit, however, was up the stairs like a rocket if anyone left the lounge door open. But, I'm afraid he was quickly 'escorted' back down the stairs as there's a slight difference between snuggling up to warm fur and snuggling up to a scaly skin with 1 cm claws on each foot.