Waking was never a problem for me.
Without an alarm too I should add.
I stretched out as usual,
Turning over then wallop!

'Why am I upon the floor?'
I shook my head in deep puzzlement
before noting the weird angle of things.
Even the sofa looked bigger.

I closed my eyes and puzzled.
When I opened them again
I gazed down and noticed the
furry paws.

Four of them.
'Eh...What’s going on?'
I sat upon my haunches and
heard myself meow in shock.

I saw Christine’s bowels to
my right and padded over.
‘Wonder what Whiska’s taste like?’
I crunched away and licked my lips.

‘Hmm...Not bad you know.’
I scratched at my furry ear and padded over
to the laptop.
Despite my paws I nearly managed to turn it on.

‘This just ain’t right.’
I noticed the door was ajar
and padded up to it.
Using my nose I edged it open.

‘Christine,’ I meowed plaintively.
She appeared from the music room
and gazed at this strange apparition.
“Who the hell are you?”

I shook my head.
‘It’s daddy,’ I meowed.
She trotted up and sniffed away.
“Don’t smell like him.”

‘Cat or no cat you do know me.’
Christine was not so sure.
“What did you buy me for my birthday?”
I thought back frantically.

‘Eh...A tunnel of course.’
She smiled.
“You look silly like that daddy.”
I meowed back.

‘We really have to raise the alarm sweetheart.’
“Could be tricky daddy. Paws are really
not designed for mobiles you know.”
I rolled my eyes.

‘Follow me then and no mounting.’
As we trotted into the lounge I
spotted the mobile upon the coffee table.
‘This should be easy.’

I pounced and scanned the keys.
As I meowed away, my paws pressed
down hard until the keys lit up.
‘Now it gets a little tricky.’

I pressed hard until the three
numbers appeared and heard
the dial tone clearly.
‘Won’t be long now darling.’

“Hello."
I heard the operator and meowed loudly.
The phone went dead.
We had been cut off.

‘Charming,’ I meowed.
“See what I mean daddy?”
I nodded.
‘There must be a way to reverse this?'

“Eh...I don’t think so.”
I just looked at her.
‘You better not be right sweetheart.’
We stood and meowed together.

After an hour of this silliness I
finally remembered something.
A late night play with a wooden rod.
I gazed around and saw it.

“Where are you going?”
‘Don’t worry dear, I’ll soon sort this out.'
I pounced onto the high table and
took the rod between my sharp teeth.

Waiving my head frantically I
suddenly switched back.
Kneeling like a fool upon the table.
Christine meowed happily.

After clambering off, I smiled at her.
“Don’t say a word about this.”
She shook her fluffy head and trotted off.
As for the wand, well. I burnt the ruddy thing!

Like it alot

Ta..A little light hearted comedy for a change..Strange for me...