The Party That Never Quits

We had a bit of an all night rave here at the Party the other night.

Cora had woken up a couple of times before we went to bed, so I had given her another bottle to settle her down. At about 3:30 she woke up inconsolable, and Adam got up to settle her. Turns out, all those milks had to come out the other end at some point, which they did... beyond the holding capacity of the nappy.

Once we had changed her and her bed linen, we popped her back into bed and went back to bed ourselves.

My cat, Wortel, made himself comfortable on my feet. I was just beginning to doze off when I felt Adam's cat, Snap, walk up to my stomach.

scratch... scratch...

My brain thought "this is not good"

My rest of my body told it to shut up, it was tired.

Less than thirty seconds later, I was out of bed, holding my nightie away from my body and feeling something run down my leg.

"Adam! Your cat PEED on me!!"

grunt... grunt

"No really!  Eeew!!"

"Just get changed and come back to bed."

"Dude, it's through two blankets, a sheet and a puddle on our bed."

"Get out, really?... Oh man."

"This is so gross"

I got changed, found new sheets and blankets and remade the bed... around Adam, who decided it was too cold to move.

Snap was unceremoniously thrown out of our room, and the door shut soundly.

Back in bed, as Adam snuggled up, I asked

"What time is it?"

"Bit after 4."

"Your cat sucks."