It is 11.30am and I am sitting in my office shed, yawning. I have not slept well, because the cat’s attentions have reached a new level of intensity: it leaps on to the bed at 3am and wakes me by blocking my nostrils with its paw. When I pretend to remain asleep, it tries to push my eyelids up, one and then the other. This is ridiculously invasive, but the cat seems to understand that at this hour I will not cry out and risk waking my wife.
I pull the duvet across my face, but the paw keeps reaching over and in.
