Tom Hanks is sitting on his backside in the middle of a garage forecourt. Just about to get to the bottom of this when something heavy starts to climb on top of me. There have been times when I would have welcomed this attention. not necessarily the tongue licking at my face. Although in the right circumstances it can be nice.
I look at my watch. 6.15. I didn't want to wake up. I am warm.
Bony feet and sharp claws into my chest.
Ok. I'm getting up.
Pluto has decided he is comfortable and doesn't want to get off me. Fortunately I still have some super strength left and lift him to the ground.
Breakfast for Joan, coffee for me, door open for Pluto to go out while I prepare his food.
Pluto is now curling himself up into a ball at my feet. He is content.
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