There was a tussle at the foot of the bed. There was a long and mournful meoooww. There was the pressure of four paws pressing on my chest and stomach and the thump thump thump of a cavalier tail hitting the bedcovers and wall as it swished back and forth.
These two conspired against me this morning. It was early. Way too early. I tried to press their little bodies back into a laying down position on the bed but they sprung up again and again. AP wasn’t moving and so I gave in but I was mad at the two of them. Real mad. They had to wait an extra 20 minutes for breakfast. They were unapologetic.