Sheldon sleeps with me. Or maybe I should say on me. In the picture above we were snuggled up in the recliner. That was just a nap. This cat insists on sleeping in my bed all night. He lays down on my pillow and snuggles as close to my ear as he can possibly get. If I move, he grabs my hair. If I turn over, he lays on top of me, he is the king of my bed.
Today I was out on the porch when this really cool little orange/yellow cat showed up. Not sure where he came from. I fed him (and yes, I know he'll never leave;) ) and now he has taken over the couch. I named him Mordecai. Mordecai and Sheldon are really good friends. Just a few minutes ago the two were cuddled together on the couch snoozing.
The life of a cat is so easy. You show up, someone feeds you. You wake up, someone feeds you. You poop, someone scoops it out of the litter box. About 90% of your day is spent sleeping. What's not to love about being a cat?
I still miss my Spartacus and if he does show up, I'll welcome him back home and introduce him to his new brothers.
Just call me the old cat lady.
