A NIGHT OF MAGIC WITH MY FLUFFY INVADER.......... After two husbands, snoring, making odd noises.......a soft, fluffy, quiet purring monster of a cat is my perfect cuddle. OK...I don't have that much room in my (HER) bed but I am enslaved. At 5 a.m. a paw bashes me somewhere convenient...time for her food. Up I get, and then there is an hour long procedure...because she is such a greedy pig, I have to feed her very very slowly, otherwise she gobbles it up and is sick. We both go back to bed...I always try to get there first...to get the best position, and I fail each time. I switch on the radio so I can't hear her tiny moans. She's still hungry you see, and she also want a cuddle.. So when I look into the mirror every exhausted day...... I do realise I need to be locked up somwhere. BUT WHAT CAN I DO???? I'm in love P.S. She's been on a Vet ordered diet which does not agree with her and she has put on ONE POUND in ONE MONTH. Poor Rosie.