When I woke at 3am there were no cattens in the bedroom, which made me feel deeply suspicious.
An hour later and one is sitting on my chest, holding me here.
I’m now suspicious of what the other three are up to while I’m being constrained by Dandy.
I want to write, but my laptop is in the car.
Besides, Dandy feels like he’s taken up residence for the duration.
How my life has changed, that cats now play such a large part.