I am awake. And it’s very early. Why, you may ask, am I awake at 6:30 on a Sunday morning? Well, that would be down to a ginger-and-white fur daemon who has decided, in her twilight years, that I am not allowed to sleep in. Ever again.
My fur daemon is about seventeen years old now (we think) - she’s a rescue that we’ve had for about seven years or so no…
