At least, I think it’s her cat. Before she went to bed this morning she said, ‘I guess he’s your cat now. He doesn’t like me anymore.’ See, she looked into my bedroom and he was sleeping on my bed. Since he’s been sick, she’s moved his litter box out of her room. It’s a bright, sunny day, so she has her door closed. The cat can’t sleep with her today. He likes to sleep with me when she’s at work, and likes to cuddle with her when she relaxes on the couch with her favourite blanket. I think he just likes spending time with whomever is giving him the most attention at any given moment.
Anyway… Harvey. (Slightly annoyed that I woke him up.)