I've been a little flat today, so I hopped into bed with some yummy homemade mint slice (which I can't seem to leave alone. I'm like Miranda from S&TC with her chocolate cake obsession) and put Little Miss Sunshine on the laptop. Not long after I'd settled down in the pillows, Sahara weazled her way into bed and snuggled up, with her head on my chest.
I think it's fair to say she can sense how nervous I am about her operation on Friday morning. Completely, utterly, nail bitingly shit scared would be more to the point. So we had a little chat, which lead to a bear hug, which moved on to her getting the wiggles... and she soon started getting the sillies back.
And then Phoenix started feeling a little left out, and attempted eating the cat.