Life with Kidd is not for the faint hearted.

This morning, I have no idea what time it was, it was dark! Something woke me up, again no idea what! My first thought upon opening my eyes was ‘were is Kidd?’ I quickly discovered him stretched out under the duvet, but he didn’t seem to be breathing! Ok I thought don’t panic just yet. I placed my hand on his stomach fully expecting to feel it move up and down with his breathing, but nothing. Now I am really beginning to freak. I have no idea if cats suffer from sudden infant death syndrome, and at this moment in time I really don’t wish to find out. My heart in my mouth I give him a gentle shake, and he slowly stretches out one paw and yawns. Of course now he is awake and wants a cuddle. So there we are in the dark, Kidd trying to yawn and purr at the same time. And me trying to get him to go back to sleep, whilst trying to decided if I want to kill him for scaring me to death, or give him the attention he wants for still being alive. Eventually I fall back asleep, a smile on my face and Kidd purring in my ear.
And then the smell arrives. Someone, and I honestly don’t know whom it was, although on past experiences I can guess, has decided they need a poo and the bedroom tray is the one to do it in. Now for any of you thinking ‘what a stupid place to put a litter tray’ I fully agree. With hindsight I can say that it has to be the single most lame brain idea I have ever had! But it’s there now and I’d rather they use that than the bed.
Of course the cat in question is long gone by the time the smell reaches my nostrils. And as I trudge bleary eyed, litter tray in hand, to the litter locker (a cat owners version of a nappy bin) I’m left with my third thought of the day ‘when the hell did they eat cabbage?’
I go back to bed and manage to get some sleep before the alarm goes off. Kidd, as usual spends the next hour trying to stop me from getting ready for work. I’ve tried explaining to him that I need to go out and ‘hunt’ so that he can have food and toys extra, but he doesn’t appear to be buying it.
Having retrieved my sock, that he has just run off with for the second time. I am finally ready to leave, and I’m actually running on time for a change! Now all I have to do is find my driving glasses. I rack my brains trying to remember were I had them last. I’m sure it was in my room, if I remember rightly I was watching TV, so they must be on the windowsill above the bed. But when I look they’re not there. I check the lounge but still can’t find them. Maybe just maybe I actually put them in they’re case, which is in my bag. Big fat No. I start to turn the house up side down. I look in all the normal places but still can’t find them. By now it is getting really late and I start to consider the implications of driving with out them, but decide that is just out of the question. I go back to the bedroom and pull out the bed, I check under the pillows and behind all the cushions. And that is where I find them. No doubt where a certain pair of little red paws put them when he was playing pat the glasses. Finally I leave the house at the exact time I am supposed to be arriving at work!