It was a three cat night...
By guest Author, John Rahn
I pretty much refuse to turn on the heat (aaarrgghh I really hate furnace air) as it doesn't get that cold in this house unless the wind is blowing pretty good outta the north.
I went to bed this night after several hours of working at the computer.
I turned the monitors off, got up from the desk and slid in behind Dusty on the couch (she refused to move an inch).
I carefully eased the comforter from underneath her and covered us both up. She snuggled in against me, purring very happily. I pulled the comforter up to my chin and drifted off to sleep, just Dusty and I on the couch.
Think this means I need to turn on the heat?
Copyright John Rahn
January 16, 2003