Henry wakes me at 7 am because he is hungry.  Now I am not complaining, I know that 7 am is a humane time in the life of a cat but to be fair, it is the middle of the night for me.  Of course, I oblige and get up and stagger in the kitchen, open the drawer, get a tin of his favourite food.  I notice that his eating place needs a quick sweep so I turn round to get the dustpan and brush out of a cupboard in the bathroom.  Next thing I know I have a cat attacking my calves from behind!

Henry was obviously worried that I would go back to bed without feeding him.  He hit me quite hard, yet without using his claws.  Still!

I cleaned his place and gave him his food (did I mention that it was his favourite food?), set it down before this obviously famished feline.  He wouldn’t be a cat if he hadn’t sniffed at it, nibbled a bit and a half, and walked off.