Bob got up very early this morning so he could pick up a friend to play golf. I don't really remember what time it was, but his alarm went off at something like 5:30. I went back to sleep; I remember hearing the shower running, then hearing him dry his hair, and I remember him kissing me goodbye, but then when my alarm went off I apparently just kept reaching over and hitting the snooze button.

Hitting it for over an hour, over and over again, because by the time I actually woke up and looked at the clock, it was 7:00. I generally get up at 6:30, the alarm having gone off for the first time at 6:00, or actually, 6:03--if it's 6:03, then I can hit the snooze bar three times before getting out of bed at 6:30 exactly.

So this morning it was 7:00 insted of 6:30, but I wasn't really worried, because I have a lot of email reading and piddling around time built in. Getting up a half hour late just meant that I couldn't spend as much time messing around, it didn't mean that I'd be late to work or anything.

And I didn't end up actually getting up at 7:00, anyway, because Pyewacket wanted to cuddle.

In the mornings she will come up and get on Bob's pillow, usually, and then drape herself across his shoulder and throat so her head is right next to his, then purr and purr so loudly that sometimes it wakes me up. Very rarely, and always when Bob is gone, she'll try to do it with me, and she did this morning, getting up on my pillow, then arranging herself so that her head and front paws were over my shoulder. It just wasn't the same, though, apparently, because she only stayed that way a minute or so, even though I petted her and encouraged her to stay.

She then tried sitting on my chest, and that seemed to suit her a little better, but that wasn't quite right, either. She just missed Bob.