Monday, January 11, 2010
Here's Harley, looming over me with his "Time to get up!" look.
When I was in graduate school, one of my professors told the story of waking up one morning convinced that he was having a heart attack: he couldn't move, and there was a crushing weight on his chest. He opened his eyes to find the face of his twenty-five-pound Maine Coon cat only inches from his. He screamed, and the cat leaped and fled, leaving claw marks in his stomach.
Cats: endlessly helpful!