Sleepy

I do like Ooman when she's all sleepy and warm.  When she's all snuggly and cosy I just can't resist warming my paws on her face, cuddling up round her neck and purring in her ear.  I even like the spluttery noise that she makes if I keep my tail across her nose and mouth.  She's so sweet when she staggers out of bed to fix breakfast for me and The Child, stumbling around the kitchen all rumpled and sleep-fuddled and wholly malcoordinated.  I do try not to let The Child rub himself against her legs until she's properly awake though, just the thought of the slappy sound of Ooman landing face down on the kitchen floor is enough to put me off my breakfast.