The cat is on death row, yes Oscar is in the dog house.
At midnight he wanted to go out, to communicate this to me he persistently jumped on the bed and cried. This did not work, so he went down stairs cried louder and sharpened his running spikes on the carpet. I stumbled down stairs and let him out, grrr. At 5:15 am he started to have a conversation with a neighbours cat under our window. This started off a friendly chat, within half an hour it escalated in to a full row, I can only assume the other feline teased him due to his coat colour. Poor Ginger. Stumble part two out of bed occurred to rescue him from the clutches of the bully. I returned to bed for hubby to tell me it was time to get up anyway, yes reader 5.45 am is a normal time to get up, others might say this is ridiculously early, but for us this is normal.
After the two stumbles I realised that the 24 miles I have run to date in Janathon have taken their toll somewhat on my legs, so abandoned the planned 6 mile, instead I treated them to a two mile interval session. Oh it was a real treat too, they loved it, all that sharp burst of speed, followed by a recovery with my head firmly between my legs gasping for air! My lungs were also pleased, woke them up good and proper, I have been coughing ever since. On the upside it was dry and it was a balmy 12 degrees!
I am so glad Oscar had a relaxing day. Now where is that hoover!