|I never done it. I am innocent, I tells ya. (Not Toast)|
She must have been sleeping in her cage because she spent all of last night spreading her love and anguish around.
The lowest point was at about 4am when I heard purring very close to my head. That would be because the cat was standing on my snoring husband's shoulders, reaching out to me for a little love. 4am love. Pre-dawn love. She got the same answer anyone else would have gotten - a firm "No", followed by being shoved out of bed and back to sleep for me.
Poor Toast. I am a bit tired, though.