Aftermath of the pyjamas party.

I woke up this morning before any of the girls, and slipped silently out of bed. Is it too sentimental to say I smiled at the sight of my girlfriends lying peacefully, as the two cats padded around the bed like sentinels guarding sleeping princesses? I had no idea how long it was that I sat down to stroke the cats while they circled me and purred, but no one else stirred. When a cat rubs itself against you, it does so thoroughly. It butts its head gently against your leg and trails a path all along its spine to the tip of its tail. And then it does this again and again.

I was content this morning, a ghost in the company of sleeping girls and loving cats.