Happy kitty. Sleepy kitty.

Smokey is zonked out for the night. It's a shame she can't sleep when her humans are asleep. That would be a serious waste of 'bugging the hell out of them' time. She'll be up at four, at least three hours before daylight so we know that's not her cue. Me-owing at different places around the bed, or even while moving from one spot to another, which she thinks is funny. It isn't. Eventually one of us will crack and feed her. Then the drama is repeated at six and again at eight. Occasionally she'll join us. Her route onto the bed is often via my pillow, an inch from my face. That one never gets old! It's a wonder that she has. Sweet dreams, gorgeous.