Because I slept so poorly Saturday night I was completely fried last night by 7:00. I was in bed by 7:30, and I slept very well. Thatch's new game, beginning aropund 3:00, is to jump onto the bed and run at a fast clip up to me, throw himself onto his side and cuddle next to me. Once I've gone back to sleep, he leaves in search of the litter box or a kibble bowl so that he can, shortly after that, barrel headlong back to the bed and repeat his cuddling procedure. Annabelle, around 4:30 or 5:00, decided to crawl under the blanklets to get warn, and just before the alarm rang at 5:30, Stella decided she wanted some love and a cuddle.
