Shagged, man

Standing on the mrt as it heads for my stop, I am suddenly hit by a wall of fatigue. It’s 10.25pm… I started the day at 8am as Buster and Stamford have worked out that it’s no good Dearest being awake, as mum (me) is the one who feeds them.

Their antics usually start with a quick wrestling competition on top of me… Followed by that old favourite – ‘use the paw to play with mum’s hair’. If that doesn’t get her, the slightly more risky ’stand on her bladder til she leaps from the bed’ is a sure thing to get her lazy carcass out of bed.

They have that down to a fine art!

Anyway… Home now.

7004 steps today.

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