…wakes us up at 6-20am by sitting on the bedroom windowsill and meowing just like “Simon’s Cat”, we know that unless one of us goes and lets her in, we won’t get any peace.
This morning I went down, opened the front door and she was already running along the lawn in front of the house. It’s quite an assualt course – off the windowsill onto the barn roof, across there to jump down onto the cottage roof, leap over or run along the top of the front gate to the wall then down into the front garden. I poured some food into her bowl but didn’t hang around to watch her munch her way through that before joining us on the bed and immediately snuggling into the back of my legs and going to sleep. I woke a couple of hours later. She was on her back with her paws in the air, a picture of contentment.