I woke up this morning to find my little cat Elsa draped over my ankles under the blankets. She was sound asleep, but when I started to sit up, she started to purr.

I have no idea how she managed to get under the blankets, which were quite thoroughly tucked in, but cats have certain magical properties, so I'm not overly worried about figuring it out.

I just know that waking up to purring is not the worst way to start a Sunday morning!