Greatest failing

Both cats decided to sleep with me, last night.

I suspect my wool blanket had a lot to do with it.  Bubba likes to sleep on the afghans, and Baby Girl likes the wool blanket, right in the center of my body.

I mentioned this to Ron and he said "She loves you, that's why she slept with you".  I told him, no, it was the blanket, the heater vent, the room, and the proximity to Bubba-cat (she's his biggest fan).

"Heather" he said "You need to learn how to receive love.  That's your greatest failing."

Wow.  I need to think about that.

I'm certain he's right.