Dawn of the Cats

My Dear Fellow,

This morning, as I yawned and pulled my clothes on, Jasper rocked up to my foot and I thought he was about to attack it.

He sometimes does this. He thinks it is a fine game. So do I, but only if I've put three layers of socks on. Otherwise it can be quite a gory affair.

But not this morning. Instead he flopped down and gave my foot a big kitty hug.

Punky, determined not to be outdone, rolled over and showed me his tummy.

Cats are great, and just what I needed as I woke up this morning.

El P.