I'm still sick, but a little better tonight than this morning. I'm working tomorrow so I'll get to bed early.
Last night little Maggie discovered and climbed the cat tower, bless her! And she found the big-cat food dish and had a feast. She was fine going up - she got all the way to the top platform for a nap. Climbing down was a bit bumpy. That may have been because Jethro was trying to help. Then she had a long nap to sleep it off.
I woke up at 7:00 this morning, felt too bad to go anywhere, and went back to sleep. At 9:30, here came Hunter walking up me to nuzzle me in the face. He hadn't done that since he was a few months old. He lay down on my side, Jethro moved over and curled up against my back, and Abby joined them and spread out across my knees. I just lay there and drank in all that animal love. It was a treat.
They seem to know when I don't feel good. And they really do love me. They're such a comfort, now that you're not here. They're also great entertainment. I'm glad to have them, even if Jethro never does get that paper route. Thank you for any part you played in the coming of the cats. And thank you for Jethro - we chose him together on that one ordinary day we had in all of 2011. Or maybe he chose us. It's always hard to tell. That was our very last ordinary day.
Love from your mammal mound,