I like to sleep under a lot of covers in the winter, my version, you could say, of the weighted blanket. The cats don't like it, though.
Last night I got hot and threw off all the blankets but one. Biscuit climbed aboard, and when I woke up later another cat was curled up against my back in a very comforting manner. Later on I had to get up to urinate (all the time on these meds!) and I realized my companion was Spotty. He meowed sweetly, let me kiss his head and pet his head and shoulders. He stayed with me for hours and only got up when I did.
He's a sweet boy. I was thrilled to have him.
I think Cleo was with me too, on my left towards the feet. Biscuit likes to actually lay on my midsection/back/legs.
The depression is better but I have a headache that was only somewhat helped by the medication.
Today won't be too bad. Biscuit is camped out on his insulated tote bag.
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