Adventures in Sleeping

Dear John,

 

I had a good day at work and got to come home to my little furfamily. It's wonderful to be met at the door by creatures that love you.

 

That's one thing we always did, didn't we? We always went to the door with each other when one of us left the house, and always met each other at the door when one of us came home. And we hugged and kissed every time. Of course, I grew up in the deep South where you hug and kiss everybody before and after walking to the mailbox at the end of the driveway. But you loved it, too. It was part of making our house a home. And it was part of loving each other. You don't say good-by or hello at the door anymore, but rest assured that the animals have taken over that job for you. I am greeted with great enthusiasm.

 

I found this poster a few days ago and had to show it to you. This is what our bed is like these days. Jethro sleeps next to me unless there's a storm or fireworks, in which case he sleeps on me. Hunter sleeps draped across my ribs. Abby sleeps at or on my feet. As I've told you before, I've learned to look around and see where everybody is before I move in the middle of the night. And I always sleep with the fan on, even when I'm using the air conditioning - they put out a lot of heat.

 

Right now, Jethro is looking out the back door at the birds in the yard, Hunter is eating, and Abby is perched on the end of the half-wall at the stairs. I'm still sorry you're missing the cats. You'd love them. Or maybe you do love them. That's more likely. Tell Mama thank you for teaching me so much about them, even when I was allergic to them and couldn't have one. I know she's so happy that I have two cats. Hug her for me.

 

Love from your furfamily,

Joan.