I had a very scary sleeping time last-night-this-morning.
I woke up and couldn’t breathe! I had to cough and cough and gasp and Mum stroked my throat to try and calm me down.
I thought it beed some scary monster, but Mum say she think I just twisted funny in my sleep and got my collar to dig into my breathing box. Normally I gets my collar taken off at night, or if I left alone, but Mum had a busy day at work and so forgot. She felt very bad and I made sure she felt very sorry for me because I snuggled right very close into her and if she moved even an inch I moved too. If she stopped cuddling me I did lickings of her in a very sadsad way.
For a while I thought I beed a goner there. 😦
I thought I should post this in case the same happen to you so you know it not a scary monster.
Oh yes, and incase anyone think otherwise, not it not just beed a bad dream caused by too much drink at this weekends nuptials. Though Mum think it *might* have caused my overreaction. What overreaction!