Sunday morning: the cat wakes me up in its usual way, by leaping on to my chest and placing a paw over my mouth to stop me crying out. I open my eyes, and the cat leans in.
“Miaow,” it says, meaning: let’s go.
Sunday morning: the cat wakes me up in its usual way, by leaping on to my chest and placing a paw over my mouth to stop me crying out. I open my eyes, and the cat leans in.
“Miaow,” it says, meaning: let’s go.