Oreo, my cat, matches my decor. And this is our life in black and white–that it is the nitty-gritty of daily living…

At the end of the day, I am happy to crawl between the sheets and rest my tired body and weary soul. But in our home, there is no rest for the tired and worn out.

Can you tell my cat misses me when I am gone? The minute I get into bed he walks over my legs and turns around and around to find a nest on me… he sleeps on my side, back or stomach. We wakes me up at night just to sleep on me–not next to me, not at my feet, but on me. He weighs more than ten pounds.

He is old now and used to give off vibes like, “Drop dead, you non-cat creature.” But in his fifteenth year, I think he is beginning to take me.