“I woke up to the tossing and turning of a disgruntled cat – because the thing about my cat is that when he’s disgruntled, he makes darned sure I know about it. This time, I wasn’t playing along. It was early on a Sunday morning, and I hadn’t exactly had a restful night.
He tossed and turned again, moving closer to me so that I could feel it even more. He then sighed a few times, just for extra effect.”