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.

Before flamboyant Captain Jack Sparrow captured the hearts and minds of the world, another famous flamboyant Captain held that spot: Captain Lou Albano.
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