Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, Nutmeg was cuddled up next to me purring. I pet her gently. If you’re a cat person, you’ll understand this next part. She started climbing up my neck and onto my head with her claws digging into me. As I was ready to push her off, she stopped and lightly kissed my nose.
It was a sweet moment. And then it occurred to me that she was so close, and now so quiet, in the dark, with sharp teeth and (again, if you know how cats get kind of weird sometimes) she could attack at any second.
She didn’t. Of course. But what an odd thought to fall asleep to.
Finding Blanche 
I grew up with my mother having 8 cats and my sister next door having 7! And your right, you never know when their going to start play time!
Cats are crazy like that! Thanks for stopping by!