A Bit Of A Laugh

When you’re up every morning for work at the crack of dawn, you think at the weekends you can just lay back and yawn. A nice lay in, getting up whenever, not where my three cats Arthur, Barney, and Charlie are concerned. They’ve got into a routine of when their breakfast comes. At five o’clock in the mornings at weekends, they start playing trampolines on my tum. With cats bouncing on your belly you don’t lay in for long, they get you up to feed them and after they have eaten, they go back to bed. However, you are wide-awake by now, so you end up staying up instead. So much for that lay in you thought you were going to get. In our house that doesn’t happen, I say with much regret. One day I might get one, when I’m old and grey, with fingers crossed, I say, but for the moment getting a lay in, is just a bit of a laugh.