We are in that best-of-year period where days are temperate and nights are chilly. The low temperature this morning was a single digit (8) for the first time this season. It won’t last forever, so I will savor all of these lovely days.
Last night, I grabbed an extra blanket for the bed. In the middle of the night, Fritter and Beryl crawled in gently next to me, spooned in order of size. So sweet.
The cats are blankets themselves, piling on me (and Tod) every time I sit down, no matter where that might be – sofa, bed, office, toilet. I don’t mind at all because they are warm. As I write this, Maura is curled on my lap and covered with a blanket. Best of both worlds.
