12 hours to figure this out...

That's Bob all stretched out on the teal blanket, Milosh keeping watch at the window, and Penelope curled up by the pillow pile.

This is how I woke up this morning.

Tonight's the night I'm not supposed to have any animals in my freshly sanitized bedding.

Look, if God didn't want me to have cats in my bed the night before surgery, He wouldn't have given me shitty joints and clingy cats.