‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.’
Well, I can confirm that is unlikely to be the case here at Pog Towers tonight based on every other night of the year.
Originally it was just the fire breathing dragon trapped in the bathroom wall. He does his fire breathing thing for about 5 minutes after I have flushed the toilet (I’ve been told that he is actually just an air bubble or something but I prefer to think of it as Puff).
In my bedroom, at some point in the night there will be the sound of a couple of burglars breaking through the back door. It’s only when I have woken up properly that I remember Charlie and Norman were not blessed in the cat stealth department and it is actually them hurtling through the cat flap.
Having trampled all over me, Norman will drift off to sleep under the bed and Charlie at the end. And within 10 minutes or so both will be snoring at a volume that would rival many of the two legged male species…
And now there is a new noise. Either the extractor fan in the bathroom is on its last legs or a small WW2 plane has moved in to keep Puff entertained.
So, it’s unlikely that between Puff, the plane and the snoring cat burglars that it will be a quiet night but I’m still going to listen really hard for Father Christmas’s sleigh…
Happy Christmas people! :o)x