A morning shower

So there I am, Tilly having performed her usual 5am alarm function, sitting in the garden (this is a non smoking house), cup of excellent strong coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other trying to haul myself into some semblance of normal brain activity. The birds sung sweetly, the sun shone, Tilly was lying by my feet purring gently and everything seemed right with my little world at least for a few minutes.

And then suddenly from nowhere came a shower of water, it rained down onto my slowly wakening head without warning, extinguished the cigarette and ran in little cold dribbles down my back.

This was no ordinary shower! You have to understand three things. Firstly the patio here is situated directly under my parents bedroom window, secondly my father has a wicked sense of humour and thirdly he is considerably less than fond of cats. It is not in essence the cats themselves, more that my mother adores birds and feeds them voraciously....the connection is obvious, cats and birds are not good bedfellows!

To this end, my father has a very large syringe always ready charged with water with which, for amusement, he occasionally takes a 'pot shot' at any bird killing cats that dare to stray into his garden early in the morning.

You can guess the rest I'm sure. Having spied me loitering in a state of only semi consciousness at such an early hour below the window, he decided it might be a 'helpful' move to assist in my waking efforts by providing me with an instant cold shower!

Revenge will be mine! ;o)