Deirdre Geraghty

Molly (the cat) spent hours trying to wake me up this morning. She usually starts patting my face about 4 or 5 and keeps going until I stir. I turn over and she goes for my back with her claws out. Lily (the other cat) sits on top of me during all of this and flicks her tail at my head. I usually get up quite quickly as it is easier than putting it off but this morning I was tired. I must admit once we are all fed it is quite nice sitting up in bed with the tv on knowing I don’t have to do anything for a couple of hours. But this morning…. well, it’s Saturday.