Last Nite

Bad night's sleep. Ipod's fault. I started to listen to some music and ended up listening to 2 hours worth. I have a new favourite song of the moment. Beautiful South 'Living Thing'. Last night I was singing it and the harmonies very loudly. I think I need the album now.
Then I slept for an hour to be woken up by Kizzy loving me. Trouble with Kiz, her idea of loving involves clawing at my chest. Honest, I have wounds!
Then she wrapped herself round my neck and purred loudly. She's not an overtly affectionate cat and when she cuddles me in bed, I always feel loved.
I fell asleep to be awoken not long later by Cat War 2005. Bailey had jumped on the bed and was asserting her position as favoured cat "I'm the baby, sod off".
There was a lot of growling and snarling going on. Bailey is either very stupid or very brave because she wasn't put off at all. She held her position of advance. Kizzy got very mad and her fur went up, her tail was whacking me in the face, then she gave up and stormed off the bed in a flurry of fur and noise. Middle cat syndrome.
So then I got up to use the bathroom. I'm sat there half asleep in a world of my own and Taylor the number one cat comes and jumps on my lap. Why have I got three cats?
Also why have I got 2 kids? This morning they've argued and fought and bitched and shouted and moaned. Girls!