I'm having trouble sleeping tonight, so I go into the living room
with my Treo and read for awhile.

Little Boy jumps up on the couch, settles in on my chest and left
shoulder, and starts grooming my beard.

After half an hour of this soothing ritual, I am relaxed enough to go
to bed. Uh, if I wasn't trapped by a cat sitting on me.

I just feel sorry for his poor tongue washing my rough beard (grin).

Oh good - he is now cleaning himself, and stuck a foot in my face...


Hugs and Purrs,
Mark
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