Every morning these days, I have what I call the 5 o'clock hot flash. It can be -1 outside which probably leaves it a toasty 54 degrees inside this old ramble shackle farm house, and still at 5am, I am throwing covers off and trying to untangle myself from a couple of furry friends whose sole intent at night is to keep me cozy and warm. They do not get it. I am dying from my internal furnace kicking into hellish heat, and they push up against me like I am in need of their pressure, their heat, their furry warmness. Seriously, they move like they have been surgically attached to me. I roll over, and all three of us roll as one. This morning, I mumbled, "How annoying!"
Still, I must say, no matter how low life gets, they make me laugh every day. They are silly. They love without question. And just as they feel it is their sole responsiblilty to stay glued to me during slumber, I am convinced that they feel an equal committment to bringing me joy and fits of giggles during my waking hours. Pets are a balm for the hurting heart.
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