So the husband and I were all ready for a nice leisurely lie in this morning -- we'd been talking about it all week, how we would sleep in on Saturday. Apparently, the cat had other plans.

We were woken at around 5:30 by the sound of Cleopatra tearing the foil off of Brandon's terrarium. He, of course, leaped out of bed to chase and chastise, and by the time he got back, we were both wide awake.

So we have spent the last three hours lying in bed, watching the early, early news and have now switched to cartoons. We have had coffee and toast.

It's a good Saturday after all.