Myrtle at bedtime.

Myrtle and Bryan the Birman sleep in son Duncan’s bedroom. They have their regular little routine at bedtime. Each cat gets a small bowl of wet cat food. They run the length of the hall ahead of me, fluffy tails held high, to their room. There they eat their supper. Then there is considerable competition for the best cat beds. Tonight Myrtle has moved quickly to steal Bryan’s favourite spot, on top of the chest-of-drawers in front of the window.