Well, everything went well during the afternoon and evening. We dined on a beautiful piece of salmon, and then caught up on events. The cats seemed happy to see me; I guess they remember me as the lady who feeds them when everyone else is away.
Bedtime was a slightly different story, however. It started well enough. Both cats joined me in the guest bedroom, and then in the bed itself. I usually leave the door open (hence, my visitors) because the room itself is on the lower level and, therefore, very private. We weren’t in bed very long before trouble started – a fight over who could snuggle closest to the human, and as an extra point maker, throw the opponent off the bed. Have you ever tried to sleep through a cat fight? Even a friendly one (no blood was drawn) is noisy to say the least. In short order, I removed the offending felines from the room, and closed the door. Peace at last! Now I could sleep; but wait, what was that scratching sound? After assuring myself that my son doesn’t really have mice and that it must be a penitent cat at the door, I hardened my heart and went to sleep. Happy Holidays.
P.S. Shirlene says to tell you that these two characters have their own short story in the book, Humans and Other Creatures, available on Amazon.