[m i a o w] the cat

I got woken up at 5.15am this morning by a weird large noise. Wasn’t sure what it was. I thought momentarily that my hardback book had fallen off the bed. No. It was strange. I pondered it for a while, but then, as I am wont to do at that hour, I went back to sleep. Got up at 8:30am and went to feed the cats. Oh. My God. The platform where their beds are wasn’t there anymore. Well, half of it was, but it had all fallen to the ground, about a five foot drop. Saffron was unperturbed and waiting for the builder to arrive. Mow, who had been sleeping in the bed that had flipped over while plummeting, is a highly nervous bundle of feline anxiety. My theory is that he was saved from injury by the density of his fur. More later…M’s mother has just arrived for dinner. At five o’clock. Help!