I have to record this momentous occasion: Mogret has let us sleep in! It is now 9am, and I woke before her.
I do hope she’s not broken. She was miowing last night as we were trying to sleep, which isn’t normal for her. She’s purry and friendly this morning and isn’t giving us any clues.
Philb thinks she may have knocked herself unconscious in her attempts to catch a woodpigeon yesterday, but I just don’t know.