Stolen Morning Moments

Last night, I wasn't able to sleep.  I tossed and turned until the wee hours, and then finally, at 5am, I decided just to get up and read the juicy mystery novel I've been devouring.  I lounged in my reading chair next to the love-seat Mister likes to sleep on, put on my trusty space-heater, and settled in to read for an hour or so before having to get ready to go to work. 


Mister was completely taken aback by this turn of events.  At first, he got up and was rubbing on me, and sat with me for a while.  I petted him absently while I read.  Finally, he jumped back on the love seat and I could tell he was settling down again.  A few minutes went by and I glanced up to find Mister, lying in a soft curve on his back, gazing at me lovingly with half-closed eyes, a big smile, and a purr you could probably hear from our bedroom.  I gazed back at him, thinking how lucky I am to have a friend like Mister.  It seemed to me that he felt pretty lucky, too.