Packing Up

"Well, if that's what she wants."  Michael tries so hard to fit in, even when he doesn't understand the why of things.  He must have noted that the cats come to bed and fit themselves on and by me and decided that must be the thing to do.  He has his own pillow, but the last few times I've actually gone to bed he's come over to sit on me before snuggling up by my side.  We are definitely a pack now.  It's a good thing I'm not a restless sleeper or I'd be tossing animals left and right.  As it is, I can't even turn over.  It's very cozy in the winter, but we'll have to make other arrangements come summer, for sure.