It’s 3 a.m. and a weird noise awakens me. It’s sort of familiar but it’s not the beloved husband’s snoring. It’s coming from the back of the bed.
Mollie, our smallest cat, who often sleeps there, was snoring up a storm. For a small cat, she sure can make noise.
I open one eye and in the dark I can see the silhouette of her body. Her legs are twitching, her hears flicking. Must be some awesome dream. I swear I see a smile on her face. Lucky cat.