I find myself, not for the first time, not by a long shot, trapped beneath a #snurring cat, my legs painfully dead, with no food nor water in reach. It’s times like this I feel like he’s just marinating me.

I am cross stitching and the cat is #snurring on my lap. Another #rôqnrolllÿfestyle evening at Blackberry Mansions.

So I slept until 10 and dreamt of fuzzy ducklings riding on a surfboard. Then I was rudely awoken, after the fashion of the dust man, by the NQ-sis and Daddy Blue banging on my front door - unnecessary as both have a key. But who wants to burst in to the sounds of me and the cat #snurring and me protecting only one part of my modesty with my #mongrellyungrellydungrellies.

I had every intention of getting up early and becoming a new person but the cat seems to like the old me: he’s tucked himself in behind my knees and is snurring* away.
*a word I just made up to mean snoring and purring.
#snurring