23rd November
2007
Last night as we lay in bed, he methodically folded the covers back and announced he didn’t like “weight” on his chest. I kind of freaked as worry about CHF or a million other things.
As I thought about things, his father’s death at age 58 from a massive heart attack came to mind. Between these thoughts and Mark’s flight, sleep was poor. It’s my own fault. I should just let things go.
A couple hours later, the cat decided to “perch” on his chest. He stroked the cat and talked to him in his sleep. That (13+ weight) didn’t bother him.
Oh, those cats. Our cat never slept on us, but once she was between my husband’s legs, and when he moved a bit, she bit his big toe. It was a good thing my husband didn’t swear, or we would have heard some bad words, I’m sure.
Thanks for your note.
Covers felt like a weight but 13+ kitty does not. I think he was okay. I sometimes worry about those things, but have decided worry will get me first! Hope you can sleep better this evening or take a nap!