Well, this morning (probably about 4.00am


) started pretty much as any other morning for the last god knows how long.
Rusty-pig fast asleep at the bottom of the bed, not even thinking about moving, not even for a quick game of "kill-toes"
And Fat-Bob was clamped to my right hand side spark out, just being Bob, enjoying having his tummy rubbed and purring that deep, bed shaking purr of his.
Then, from the bottom of the stairs comes Jess's familiar "YEEEOOOWWWWWLLLL" followed closely by another one.
The next thing I knew she was up on the bed, standing on my chest, purring her little head off about 6" from my face. She sat down and carried on purring away fit to burst.
Izz tried ALL of her tricks and whiles

to get Jess to go and sit on her but NO. She was staying on me for . . . not very long actually. But it was a lovely "5-in-a-Bed-cuddle" that is so nice to wake up to. Granted, not at 5.30am but what the hey.
As I'm off this week (partly, it must be said, because we felt that "this" might happen), I came down and sat on the settee to have Jess jump up and sit on my lap for a good 40 minutes. When she was "full" she hopped off and is now curled up in her little house.
And that's where she is now. I'll put some milk and water out for her, can't really put any food down as (Fat) Bob, (wonder how he got that name then?) will come along and, naturally, presume it is a little extra for him, just for being Stripey!