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Dawn was breaking outside my bedroom window and despite Maddie’s many efforts to awaken me, I’d gently brushed her off and was in that warm, fuzzy comfortable half-sleep that you want to continue forever. I sighed deeply and snuggled on to my side. Life was wonderful … until … “ARGHHH!” A searing pain across my nose and cheek jettisoned me out of bed and onto my feet before I’d even opened my eyes. “WHAT HAPPENED? HAS WORLD WAR 3 STARTED?” My hands flew to my face and returned full of splattered blood. I grabbed a tissue in an attempt to save the pale cream bedroom carpet, staggered to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, there across my nose and cheek was a gash worthy of a pirate’s sword. Behind me stood a sheepish but innocent-looking white cat. Having stopped the bleeding, I staggered back to my bed, and there lay the offending object – my iPad. Even in my dazed state it became quickly obvious what had happened … A small, white, frustrated cat, after several failed a

My little, white, angel, rescue cat, Maddie, becomes more contented as time passes. Every cat is an expert sleeper. After all, they have a busy life eating, playing, looking out of the window, and generally getting into mischief, so they need their sleep. Maddie, of course, is no different … except in her wide variety of sleeping positions. I’d say she is pretty much an expert in this field … unless of course you know different? Here are just a few of those positions: Does your moggy have some unusual sleeping positions. Send your photographs to gloriaeveleigh@icloud.com and I’ll publish them in a future blog.

Yes, I know. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, right? WRONG - well at least sometimes. On the one hand, she is funny, affectionate, and extremely intelligent. She loves to sleep next to me at nights, cuddled up with her head on my shoulder, and her paw in my hand but ... when Maddie is hungry - be it at 3am - she climbs onto my chest, purrs through a virtual megaphone, and nuzzles my face with her wet little nose. I pretend to be asleep. She miaows. I still pretend to be asleep. She taps me gently on my face with her cold little paw. Keeping my eyes closed, I stroke her head and hold her paw. She increases the volume of her purr by at least a decibel, and taps me harder on my face, claws slightly protruding. I screech with pain and turn over onto my side. She climbs onto my side and continues as before. I metaphorically dig my heals in, keep my eyes closed, and wait for her to give up, which she eventually does. With a sigh of relief, I begin to drift off ... Then WHAM! She lands from