After quite a late night at the Ballet, Stravinsky (Royal NZ Ballet)
I managed to oversleep until 7.30 am. Thank goodness it is Saturday. Both cats were ensconced on the bed - old boy purring at my knee, ginger kitten zipping in and out of the bed, her cold silky fur trying to wake me up.
I finally emerged at 8 am. It seems that Her Kittenship had gone the extra mile to give me a lazy Saturday morning experience. She had provided room service at the door - neatly placed was a slice of toast, brought freshly from the garden where it had been thrown yesterday.
Thankfully we don't have chickens, or she may have brought eggs too!