My cats are both curled up sleeping, one on the bed, the other on the back of the chair in the living room. They’re so deeply asleep that they didn’t even move when I went into the kitchen to refill my glass. Must be nice! Especially after they kept waking me up through the night with their antics.
It’s always amusing to me when my 13 year old cat is the one trying to get the 9 year old cat to play. Well, except when this is taking place in and around my bed at 2 in the morning.
Meanwhile, I gave up trying to go back to sleep at around 3:30 am and figured I might as well get up and get some work done.
I’ve been at it since, with a few breaks for things like food and taking pictures of the cats, sitting in meetings, and the like. Meanwhile, they’ve both been curled up into round little balls, snoring.
I’m fortunate to have a job like this. It’s amazing how much more I can accomplish when I don’t have to spend spoons on the commute and interacting with people.
When my work day is over, I think I’ll crack open a bottle of wine and see if I can convince one of the two fuzz monsters to cuddle.
Happy Thursday, Readers. I hope you get cuddles.