It has to be said that Momma is never one for 'being ill in bed' but today was a weird day - Off the Parentals went to work, we waved them goodbye and then set about destroying the lounge because they had left the 'inner sanctum' open for business. Oh boy did we have fun, ripping all the tissues out of the box, playing in the cat tubes and getting foot prints on the windows where we had waved at the neighbours who were shifting gravel.
Then just after lunch, the Parentals came home and we all ran to greet them in the 'inner sanctum' Momma had her head in a bucket? Shouting (in a muffled voice) 'move, move, move' and was tripping over us and all the stuff we had played with. She did look a little odd and she danced over us making gurgling noises. It was a little while afterwards she emerged from the 'rosette room' and announced that she was going to bed! Whooppeee - up we raced, us four vying for first place to the top of the stairs and onto the bed. It was here that a small fight ensued as to who was having the best spot! ManSLave came up to make sure that Momma was safely in bed and to distribute us grumbling Devons and left us with strict instructions to look after her. TomFun took this literally and took his place at the 'head' of the bed!
I was a bit naughty, because I wanted the best snuggle spot, so I kept jumping on and off the windowsill and then running down stairs and YAWPING to make everyone get off the bed - it didn't work! Momma put the TV on to drown me out. Darn it. Faith tried Squeeking in Momma's ear at 5pm to wake her up because her Bubbas were hungry and so were Mr.Zeus and I - There was nothing stirring at all and at 5.15pm ManSlave found us all starving and thin and TomFun had passed out too! She had better not be sick tomorrow or I am going to call cat line!