Cat ghosts

I just kicked something under my desk that felt warm and soft and unwilling to move. I looked for the cat but nothing was there. It made me suddenly ache to be home and cuddling with the furlets.

For some reason, the bed has been jammed with animals recently (yes, I do know we have many animals, but they have their own bedding cups that they generally inhabit). So much so that Alexis gets shoved further and further over to my side by Crisfield, Beast, and Stoat, and ends up stealing my pillow. And any time you roll over, or pull on the blankets, there is some sort of protesting groan, whuff, mew or quack. It is v. loud.