I'm not sure what happened to Big last night, but this morning there was no gentle tap on the side of my nose from a friendly paw or inquisitive green eyes asking me for breakfast.
In fact Big climbed on the bed sometime after 6am, and in place of the continuous kneading he simply curled up and dozed off (passed out) between us.
This in itself was not entirely unusual, but he didn't get up for breakfast and did not regain consciousness until gone midday - at 1.30!
I have no idea where he'd been or what he did last night, but I'm thankful that the year's longest day had the quietest night...
|'Ollie' standing in for Big - pen & ink!|