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As I was feeling extremely sorry for myself being laid up in bed ill on the first day of my holidays, the cats stepped up to the plate....and carried on as normal by sleeping. That cool bag wasn't so cool after being warmed up by thumper's bahookie for a good few hours. Poor Fergus was just one sleep away from getting a really bad head wound after the latest round of commonwealth fisticatting with the urban intruder cats. I have a picture of it post vet shave and treatment, but I wouldn't want to out you off your porridge. Thumpercat meanwhile seems to escape the scars of war, he prefers to specialise in waking me up at 3 am with a mouse, dead or alive.