27th July
2009
At 3 a.m. I awoke to his calling Buddy, the cat. Once the fuzziness cleared my head, I realized it would be better get up and find the little darling so we could all sleep.
I searched every spot on the main floor, lower level. Finally gave up and back to the bedroom to announce that Buddy is no where to be found.
“Are you looking for Buddy? He’s right here.” Wayne is pointing to the cat nestled beside him, only 4 black paws poking out from the comforter.
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Oh for the life of a cat! I think I will be one in my next life. Your night sounded like mine. Bill woke me at 4 AM and ask me what was making his arm hurt. I told him it might be arthritis. He then tells me that I am not a Doctor. I didn’t go back to sleep.
Too funny about not being a doc – my problem, too, can’t get back to sleep. Woke up at 2 am, up til 5, now up at 7am. You’re right, to be a cat.
That cat’s a God send jean He’s a real pal to Wayne and he seems to know just what he needs.