The things you find in the kitchen.

It's finally quiet in the house, both kids are asleep and Paul is watching television. I'm about to pass out myself from exhaustion. Arthur has taken to exerting his alpha male dominance (I'm laughing as I type this - the old queen that he is) over Hamish on a nightly basis - unfortunately this is always between 3 and 5am and always outside my bedroom door which forces me to get up out of my bed and throw something at him.

Satchel had a panic attack two nights ago and ended up sleeping with us - a panic attack or perhaps he just wanted to sleep with us but knew that if he asked, he would be met with a resounding NOOOOOO. Fortunately he's a much calmer sleeper than Jakob, unfortunately he kind of smells bad (a pre-teen stink caused by a general lack of interest in showering). It's hard to comfort even when you know they just want to be held but you're afraid you're going to pass out from whatever is emanating from that head of hair. And was that movement?

I'm done...and not just my drink either! It's time for bed.

Here's the old tart now - just waiting to get back at us tonight at oh say, 3:43 am. You can see it in his eyes, that and the demand for a lot more wet food waiting for him after this bit of humiliation.