Simon and I are peacefully spooned and sleeping in. (He is the cuddliest of the cats. Felix never really got the hang of sitting on people in a relaxed and painless way, and Angus is still too full of the energy of youth to chill out properly.)
The baby kicks Simon. Simon raises his head for a moment, puzzled, then settles back to sleep.
The baby kicks him again. He raises his head and looks around, then settles.
The baby gives him one more good kick. He starts out of his doze and gives me a bewildered look, as if to say, Woman, what have you been eating?
We have (probably) less than a month to go...I wonder how the guys are going to react to having a new and mysteriously preferred contender for lap time.