In the early hours of this morning, I was awoken by Naughty Kitten running into the bedroom, and shouting, “Has the postman been? I haven’t missed him, have I?”
“Go away,” I mumbled under my blanket. “It’s three o’clock. Of course the postman hasn’t been yet.”
“Oh, thank goodness! I’m expecting the contract to come today.”
I poked one ear out. “What contract?”
Naughty Kitten jumped on the bed. “From Hollywood! I’m waiting for a contract from them. I’m so famous now, I expect they will want to make a film of my life!”
I turned over and went back to sleep. The contract didn’t arrive this morning, but to keep Naughty Kitten happy, I drew this picture of what he might look like at the premiere of his film.