The morning after...

Well – they came, they ate, they left us exhausted. And I'm quite certain that Cat didn't sleep a wink. He woke me at some time with a 2 in it to hump my arm. I think he needed to know that there was some semblance of normality somewhere in the house. (Whaddya mean, cats humping their owner's arms isn't normal?!)

And now they've gone. But they'll be back. The old "left my coat in the closet" routine. Ding ding, seconds out, round 2.

Happy Easter, anyhoo.