Re-Tired

It's never a great morning when a cat stands on your chest and howls at 5 am.  And she is joined by the cat who scratches at cupboard doors and never stops, sleep is a forlorn hope.

Up and fed the cats - not a word of thanks from any of them.

An hour of that and back to bed.

Miaowed awake again at 9.  It's pretty tiring.  It's just been a miaowy Saturday.