Snuggling

I know that most other people's cats (or lots of them, anyway) snuggle together and sleep together, and it's not that unusual, but it is unusual for our cats--it's so rare to find them being civil to each other that I always have to pull out the camera and document it.

Both of them have been particularly snuggly this weekend, but especially Pyewacket. She's wanted to be on my lap practically every time I sit down; at one point this afternoon I had two knitting books open on my lap, my knitting bag beside me, and my sock (on five double-pointed needles, no less) in my hands when she decided she wanted to be on my lap, and she would not take no for an answer, just barrelled her way in.

I just sort of shook my head and let her, and tried to knit around her, and then Dinah decided she wanted to be in on it, too, although once she got up there, it was so crowded that she didn't stay.

A little later, I was up and about, doing laundry or something, and I walked past the dining room and saw them both snuggling together in my chair, Pye washing Dinah, who had buried her face in the back of the chair. As far as I could tell, Pye didn't bite her, which is what she usually does after she washes her.

After awhile, they just settled in next to each other and went to sleep.

I did fall asleep on the couch last night, and I did forget to change the clocks. I didn't remember until after I got up, and was checking my email, and looked up at the clock on the computer and was stunned to see that it was an hour earlier than I had thought it was. A few minutes later, I remembered that I had been supposed to change the clocks the night before, and that the computer had reset itself automatically.

Bob always does it. I sort of wish he'd done it Friday before he left; I would have spent the weekend not knowing what time it was, but that would have been okay. It doesn't really matter anyway.

I didn't leave the house at all today. It was cold and rainy and gloomy, and I spent the day reading, and knitting, and cuddling the cats, and I didn't even get dressed, just spent the day in my robe. I know that tomorrow morning when I go out and get in the car to go to work, I'll be stunned all over again when I look at the clock and it says it's an hour later than I expect it to be. I'll think for a moment that I'm terribly late, then I'll remember, and I'll have to figure out how to change the time on the clock.