Wench Mum Chronicles

I am a proud owner of two cats, Belle and George. My cats have a habit of sleeping under the covers, especially in the winter. The cats often sleep by my mother's feet, for she keeps the room a little bit warmer than me. I'm one of those people who likes to sleep with the windows open so that I wake up to the cool fresh air. I love the contrast between the warmth inside the duvet and the cool air that greets my cheeks in the morning. Unfortunately the cats do not agree with me on this one. They love the tropical feel of the Wench-Mum's room, and that is why they sleep with her.

This morning I heard her screeching in her usual manner:"It's born, it's born!! Which one is it? Oh look it's George!!!"

The crazy woman refers to the cats coming out from under the covers as 'being born'. "Oh who's popping out? Oh it's Belle." "Look, DWR, George is born from my bed!" "Looooooook, my bed gave birth to a kitty -- oh a biiiig, biiiig, kitty!!!"

Can someone remove her genes from me?