A Rude Awakening

At around 4:30 this morning, I was prodded out of my deep slumber by Walter, the devil-cat. He kept trying to lick my face, which meant I had to keep tossing and turning to get away from him.

Apparently he REALLY wanted my attention, though. I was just dozing off again when I heard the familiar gurgling sound and felt the warm sensation of regurgitated cat food on my back, in my hair, etc.

By this time I was wide awake, and Walter was pleased that he'd finally gotten my attention.

He's lucky I live in a country where people don't eat cats.