However, my little furry friend decided that instead of offering comfort and succour to a soul much in need of rest, he would lose the plot; tearing up and down the stairs repeatedly, attacking the kitchen door - no idea what it had done to him but it was a full on claws wide 'Banzai!' moment I can tell you. Then finally have a go at me by jumping at me from the stairs when I came out of the kitchen door at the bottom - a favourite trick of his when he's in 'wide-eyes-mental' mode. I now have a bleeding scratch on my knuckle which will be itchy as hell in a few minutes as technically I'm apparently allergic to cats. Only when they break the skin though luckily. Or not so luckily right this moment but I can at least breathe in the same room as them, which being a life long cat person is the lucky bit.
Just to remind us what a very sweet little thing he once was; here he is at a minuscule week and a half old.
Now here he is over 2 years later and a master at ruining photos of himself. Tsk!
As the cat was not obliging on the 'comfort in the wee small hours' front I went to the default position of a hot chocolate. Although I'm far more of a savoury girl there are only some things that seem right when it's 4am and hot chocolate with a biccie is one of them. I did have a minor biscuit dunking disaster though. I guess my motor functions were still waking up...
