It’s winter, such as it is, in Phoenix.  What that means is that we get to sleep with the windows open, which makes it deliciously cool at night.

The Wife^® sleeps closest to the window.  Recently, she’s become a cat magnet at night.  We have two cats, and it’s not uncommon to find both of them snuggled up with her.

There was a touch of disagreement about whether the heaping of cats could be attributed to an abundance of cat love for The Wife^®, or the temperature at night.

Last night we solved that debate.  It’s the temperature.

I took the spot closest to the window, and awoke several times during the night with two cats piled on me, while The Wife^® had no cat visitors on the far side of the bed.

There was a story a few years ago about a cat who was a Harbinger of Death.  There are many theories as to why the cat seeks out dying patients, but I’m going to guess it has something to do with blankets and/or a really comfy place to sleep.