Ah. I can hear him answering the call of the wild! Soon he'll be snoozing.
He gets up when I get up, goes to sleep when I go to sleep, and probably will come and nap on my feet here in a little bit. He's kind of like a dog; I don't think I have ever had a cat who so regularly followed me to bed. If I am sleeping in my chair, he comes and jumps on my lap as soon as my feet are on the shelves that function as my footrest. If I climb up to sleep on my loft, he will be beside me within five minutes if not within 30 seconds. He follows me into the bathroom too--both cats do that, in fact. I always have company in there. Fortunately I feel no shame in front of my cats.
Have I mentioned how much I love them? Jackson doesn't get much press but he's always nearby and always ready to lick my head if something goes wrong. We have a lot in common: social phobia, love of sleep, the feeling that the only safe place in the world is my room and that the safest place in here is in bed.
Cats. :)
