This weekend I walked upstairs to put up Hailey’s backpack and I found her and the cat asleep at the top of the stairs in the middle of the afternoon. I woke her up and moved her into bed so she’d be more comfortable, and Hunter S. Thomcat got up all bleary-eyed and followed her into her bed and they both fell immediately back asleep in the same position.
This is the reason why people have cats.
PS. Please remind me of that at 3am when he knocks over or chews up everything we own with wild, kitty abandon.
PPS. This is another reason:
He totally knows what he’s doing to me here.
PPPS. Tomorrow morning I’m leaving to speak in Winnipeg and it’s currently negative eight degrees there. I’ve never felt weather like that in my life, but my assumption is that I’m going to need to borrow a coat and that my feet will probably freeze and break off sometime during the weekend. Someone send me a tauntaun and some of those necklaces you put on your tires. And some tennis rackets that I can make into snow-shoes. And some shoes to tie onto tennis rackets. And a small sun to carry with me. And a cocktail.
At this point I’d settle for just the cocktail.