I love vampires and I love cats so I love this post by Kate Shrewsday and must reblog!
It is interesting to note that even in a house packed with baffling personalities, Little Mil stands out like a sore thumb.
At 6am, every weekday morning, Phil and I lie in the darkness, waiting for the dawn, and his alarm goes off.
A more grating melody I have yet to find; harsh, it makes no compromises in volume, subtlety or artistry. It blares.It is like a bawling sergeant major, all expectation and no sodding compromise. It and I are sworn enemies.
And is it easily switched off, just a short reach from the warm, all-consuming duvet?
It is not.
My husband leaves it at the bottom of the stairs. A whole floor away. This, I tell him, is a mistake. Not just because the walls there are paper thin, and our poor unsuspecting bachelor neighbour must have a blue fit every time it goosesteps into action at a very…
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