This is so weird, you guys! I've been lying here in the master suite, totally bored, not able to sleep and finally I decided to get up and go downstairs. I was thinking about ice cream and I decided to get some more. So I went down and of course, everyone is asleep, so I was being super-quiet except that Mr. Cat heard me. So I got my ice cream and went back upstairs and he sat on the bed and smiled at me while I was eating it. I said, "Mr. Cat, this is people food and you can't have any." But he just blinked at me and purred. Anyway, when I was done, I set the bowl down and he pounced on it like crazy! He cleaned the whole thing. Like seriously, I could put that bowl back in the cabinet and no one would ever know! (Not that I would do that.)
So the thing is, I don't know why I can't sleep. Every time I start drifting off, I wake back up. That is so boring! I stayed in tonight just to get caught up.
I just took my bowl back to kitchen (I put it in the sink! Don't worry!) and Knute was sitting at the counter drinking some juice. I was like, "I'm glad you're back." And he goes, "Me too." And I was all, "I hope it's not hard, being here, under the attic." And he's like, "No, not really." So I go, "Oh! Well, good." So then I stood there, like a moron, staring at the floor. And he goes, "I'm really glad to be home." And I just started bawling! Like please! I never cry! Just ask anyone! So that was super-icky and Knute jumped up and gave me a hug and I was all, "I should be comforting you!" And he goes, "That's not what you do." And that was like totally true.
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