Snoring cats

As I write this Humphrey is curled up under a chair in the living room.  Sparked out after a night on the tiles.

We always use that expression don’t we.  I know I’ve never actually spent any time on roof tiles on my nights out, but I guess for cats we can take it literally.  Well for Humphrey definitely.

That’s because in our garden we have an outbuilding, sadly now detiriorating but once it was a Victorian washhouse.  With it’s own range and sink where apparently the people lived in the house had to take in washing from the big house that’s still at the back of our garden.

Anyway it’s a favourite place of Humphrey’s to go and sleep in the roof space.  So even if it’s a cold night he at least has somewhere to go that’s out of the wind and weather.

It was so much warmer last night compared to all the nights during the week, when he showed no inclination to stay out at all.

Now he’s resting from whatevery he got up to… and snoring.  I’ve neve had a cat which snored as much as him.  Amazing.