Do You Hear Me?

I am not staying up late tonight. Nope. No, sir. Not like the last two nights, when I acted as though I didn't know I owned an alarm clock. (And as you long-time readers [hi, mom] may recall reading, I do.)

Good book, though. But more on that another time. For now, travel back in time to Saturday. Miri was stretched out by the window, watching me carefully whenever I came in.


Harold was sleeping on the bed, ignoring her, accepting my attention as his due.


Why not? It is his due.


But no photos of the best part, where I was holding my breath to avoid disturbing them, as Miri came over to wash Harold's head.


And Harold let her.


Alert the media. Though the Cat Capades continue, progress is perceptible.