You know it’s early/late when you start taking photos of you and the cat.
It’s his fault. He walked over me and joined me in bed.
For those of you who do not follow me on Twitter, allow me to introduce you to Inspector Le Chat (and also me)
(I’m on the left):
He is a reincarnated 19th Century detective, and I am a carnated 20th/21st Century me.
We were on a stakeout, outstaking this here laptop. It was totally, 100% successful, because now we are listening to Just A Minute.
He is doing his surprised face, because once again, the glowing rectangle that he loves to walk on is speaking to him.
I am doing my surprised face because I did not know cats could do surprised-faces.